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PSAL  M^amf^^ 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS 

SELECTED  FROM   VARIOUS  AUTHORS  ; 

Andpublifhed  by  a  Committee  of  the  Convention 
the  Churches,  believing  in  the 

RES1ITUTION   OF   ALI^MEl 

MET    IN    PHILADELPHIA,    MAY  2$,    I7Qly 


O  praife  the  Lord  all  ye  nations  ;  praife  him  all  \ 
people. 

For  his   merciful  kindnefs  is  great  tow jr  L    t 
the  truth  of  the  Lord  cndurttb  for  ever      Pra:f-    ye  tJ 

Lmd'  PSALM  CH,; 


PHILADELPHIA: 

Printed  by  Thomas  Dobson,  at  the  Stomi* 
House,  No.  41,    Second-Street. 

MjDCCpXCI^ 


HYMNS 

By   JAMES    RELL  Y. 


I. 

Common  Metre. 

For  it  pkaf€d,  that  in  him  Jhould  all  fidnefs  d<voelL— 
Col.  i.  19 

1  -t\LL  fulnefs  in  the  lamb  we  view  \ 

To  look  befide  him,  lofs  : 
He's  only  holy,  jufl  and  true ; 
All  elfe  is  dung  and  drofs. 

2  There  dwells  in  him,  as  ftain'd  with  blocd, 
• ,     Jehovah's  power  and  name ; 

Greatly,  from  everlaiting,  God, 
Yea  when  the  flaughter'd  Lamb. 

3  In  him  we  know  the  holy  bride 

All  gather'd  into  one ; 
She  looks  out  through  his  bleeding  fide, 
With  all  her  beauties  on. 

4  In  hirri  we  fee  God's  heav'n,  our  earth. 

In  perfect  peace  agree : 

A  TkiJ 


C    *    3 

This  gives  our  one  new  man  its  birth5 
And  lets  our  nature  free. 

5  His  purg'd  humanity  is  ours, 

And  in  it  now  we  prove 
A  feat  above  the  heavenly  pow'rs, 
Fix'd  in  the  Father's  love. 

6  New  heav'ns,  new  earth,  we  now  pofTefs ; 

Beulah,  that  bleffed  field, 
Where  dwells  eternal  righteoufnefs  j 
And  God's  our  fun  and  fhield. 

7  Here's  nothing  hurtful  to  deftroy ; 

The  holy  mountain's  here ; 

No  curfe,  nor  fin,  us  to  annoy, 

No  torment,  guilt,  or  fear. 

8  Of  Jefus  we  will  never  ceafc 

To  fing  as  we  began ; 
In  whom  there  dwells,  in  perfect  peace, 
God  and  his  darling  man. 

II. 

Long    Metre. 

In  bis  humiliation  bis  judgment    ivas  taken  away.— 
Acts  viii.  33. 

i   DEAR  Lamb !  thy  humbled  ftate  we  fmg,   ) 
Thy  name,  thy  wounds  and  blood  we  praife  -, 

We 


C     3     ] 
We  own  thee,  infant  God,  our  King, 
And  to  thy  throne  our  hearts  we  raife. 

2  Dear  holy  child,  we  ling  the  birth 

Of  him  conceived  in  holinefs  ; 
Where  God  our  maker  took  our  earth, 
Our  curif  and  all  our  helpleflhefs. 

3  Thy  firft  blood-fhedding  hath  us  feal'd, 

In  peace  and  covenant  with  God, 
From  flefhly  filth  and  fhame,  now  heard 
By  holy  circumcifion-blood. 

I  Thou  God  of  love,  yet  growing  youth, 
Subject  to  creature-parents  thou  ; 

Thy  humble  fteps,  eternal  truth, 

Make  us  admire,  and  wond'ring,  bow. 

;  Poor  man,  defpifed  Nazarene, 

With  fweating  brow   thou   earn'dfl  thy 
bread  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  glories  were  unfeen, 

And  from  the  eyes  of  mortals  hid. 

>  Humbled  in  poverty  and  pain, 

Temptation  fore,  contempt  and  (corn-, 

That  curfe  of  ours  for  to  fuftain, 
Was  the  eternal  Father  born. 

|  Empty'd  of  all,  but  tort' ring  fmart ; 
His  honor  and  his  judgment  loft  j 

Deep 
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f  C     4    ] 

Deep,  unknown  forrows  fill'd  his  heart, 
His  foul  with  fierce  temptations  toil. 

8  By  this,  the  everlafting  grace, 

And  nature-love  of  God  appears ; 
By  this  we  fee  the  Father's  face, 

Where  loft  are  all  our  fins  and  fears. 

III. 

Short  Metre. 

J"  am  tie  ittic  vine,  and  my  Father  Is  the  hufbandman* 
John  xv.  i. 

i  J  ESUS,  the  grace  reveal'd, 

The  great  falvation  fhewn, 
The  fum  of  love's  decrees  unfeal'd,' 
The  plant  of  great  renown. 

2  Rais'd  by  the  Father's  grace, 

The  plant  of  his  right  hand, 
To  reprefent  before  his  face, 
The  fouls  from  ev'ry  land. 

3  Plant  of  the  Father's*  care, 

On  whom  his  love  did  ihine ; 
The  branches  in  him  hidden  were, 
'Till  he  grew  to  a  vine. 

4  The  eternal  hufbandman, 

To  make  the  branches  pure,     . 
In  wifdom  infinite  began 
Our  barrenneis  to  cure. 

3  He 


C->3"; 

j  He  then  this  vine  would  drefs, 
Whilft  love  his  hand  did  urge, 

That  ev'iy  branch  in  righteoufhefs, 
He  in  one  vine  might  purge. 

i  From  each  fuperfl'ous  fhoot, 

The  buds  of  man's  offence  ; 
This  to  deftroy  he  purg'd  the  root, 

And  in  it  ev'ry  branch. 

1  With  bruifes  was  he  drefl, 

And  naiTd  up  to  a  tree  j 
T  he  pruning  hook  his  foul  oppreft, 
That  he  might  fruitful  be. 

J  He  was  not  pnrg'd  in  vain. 

But  did  his  ilrength  recruit ; 
And  when  was  fininYd  all  his  pain, 

There  then  appear'd  his  fruit. 

►  DiftilPd  from  all  his  fmart 

The  holy  unclion  ran  ; 
This  is  the  wine  that  chears  the  heart, 

The  heart  of  God  and  man. 

0  "With  us  he  doth  abound, 
As  branches,  he  the  Item : 

From  him  our  fruitfulnefs  is  found, 
And  fhall  remain  in  him. 

1  Hence  fhall  our  joys  arife, 
And  ev'ry  hour  improve, 

A  3  Whilft 


[    6    ] 

Whilft,  in  his  fmoaking  facrifice, 
God  hears  our  fongs  above. 

IV. 

Long  Metre.    If 

Can  a  'woman  fov get  her  /tickling  child,  that  /hefootild 
not  have  companion  on  the  Jon  of  her  <voomb. — I  fa. 
xlix.  15. 

1  J_jET  Heav'n  and  earth  united  iing 

The  praifes  of  the  God  of  love, 
Our  Hujbandy  Saviour,  God  and  King, 
Whole  name  and  nature  fuch  we  prove. 

2  But  Zion,  church  and  bride  of  God, 

Withdrawing  from  the  joyful  throng, 
Bewails  her  ftate  of  widowhood, 
And  vents  complaint  infread  of  fong. 

3  For  grief,  an  abfent  God's  her  plea, 

In  deepeit  forrow  thus  (he  cries, 
The  Lord  he  hath  forfaketi  me, 
DhToiv'd  are  all  the  folemn  ties. 

4  I  of  my  God  forgotten  am, 

Tho'  once  belov'd  and  nam'd  his  bride  ; 
My  glory's  turned  into  (hame, 

Where  from  my  mis'ries  may  I  hide  ? 

5  Ceafe  virgin-fponJ%  why  fhould'fl  thou  grieve, 

And  caufetefc  moura  in  tears  of  blood  ? 

Thy 


'[     7     j 
Thy  joy  is  full,  only  believe, 

And  hear  -what  fays- thy  hufband,  God, 

6  Can  mothers  kind  forgetful  prove, 

Of  fucklings  nourhh'd  at  the  breaft, 
Maternal  bowels  ceafe  to  move, 

To  infants  when  with  pain  opprefs'd  ? 

7  Or  can  companion  leave  the  heart 

Whilif.  they  their  fmiling  babes  expofe 
To  death,  without  b'ing  kill'd  with  fmart, 
And  feel  again  their  pangs  and  throes  ? 

8  Thofe,  worfe  than  brutal,  may  forget, 

Who  having  nature's  laws  withflood  ; 
Thro'  curs'd  impulfe,  ftrange,  namelefs  great, 
Imbrue  their  hands  in  infant's  blood, 

9  But  I  will  ne'er  forget  my  bride, 

Says  JefiiSy  God  of  love  and  truth, 
Taken,  when  deeping,  from  my  fide, 
Then  born  to  bear  eternal  youth. 

10  I'll  not  forget  my  word,  my  oath, 

I'll  not  forget  my  wounds,  my  blood  ^ 
My  friendihip  makes  but  one  of  both, 
And  I  am  ftill  thy  Saviour,  God.    \ 

1 1  Wrote  on  my  hands  thy  much  lov'd  name. 

My  Zion9  glorious  is  thy  {rate  ! 
I  fee  thee  always  without  blame, 
And  his  own  body  none  can  hate. 

12  Th] 


[     8     ]        . 

12  Thy  walls  before  me  always  are  ; 
Bounds  to  thy  dwelling  I  have  fet ; 
My  Zion's  my  peculiar  care, 
My  Zion  I  will  ne'er  forget. 

13,0  happy  Zion  !  fee  and  prove 

How  groundlefs  all  thy  forrows  are  ; 
Live  in  thy  hufband's  nature,  love,    ^ 
And  that  mall  call  out  all  thy  fear. 


God  is  love,  and  he  that  d<welleth  in  love,  dnvetleth  In 
God,  and  God  in  him. — John  iv.  16. 

yj  Love !  what  a  fecret  to  mortals  thou  art ! 
'Tis  God's  deep  eternity,  nature  and  heart : 
The  witnefling  dove  confirms  this  high  plan, 
And  likewife  his  word  and  his  dealings  with 

man  ; 
The  forrows  of  Jefus,  his  torment  and  pain, 
Has  left  no  foundation  for  doubting  again. 

2  O  love !  how  myflerious  and  boundlefs  art 

thou  ! 
Thy  date  and  thy  meafure  unlimited  flow  : 
This  Jefus  reveals  with  evidence  ftrong  ; 
It  gladdens  my  heart,  and  infpires  my  fong 
With  praile  to  my  Saviour ,  my  Lord  and  my 

God, 
Whofe  love  is  my  glory,  as  view'd  in  his 

blood.  3  O 


C    9    ] 

3  O  love !  what  a  gath'ring  of  fouls  thou  haft 

made ! 
All  into  one  fountain,  one  body,  one  head  *, 
Where  they  were  preferv'd  thy  own,  through. 

the  fall, 
The  fulnefs  of  Jefas,  who  fills  all  in  all : 
Clofe  in  her  pavilion,  the  darling,  the  bride, 
Lay  hid  in  her  huiband,  till  born  from  his 

fide. 

4  O  love  !  what  a  bridegroom  of  honour  and 

trull! 
The  fulnefs  of  heaven  hath  married  my  dnft  % 
He  humbled  himfelf  to  cleave  to  his  wife, 
In  all  her  diftrefs  and  her  forrows  of  life  ; 
With  her  was  he  number'd  amongft  the  un- 
clean, 
Nor  yet  could  he  loathe  her,  nor  jar  come 
between. 

5  O  love  !  what  a  hulband  thy  care  did  pro- 

vide ! 
Defcending  from  glory  in  fearch  of  thy  bride ; 
Her  fubftance  conceiv'd,  thy  body  was  me  , 
Incarnate  in  her,  and  me  then  was  in  thee  j 
In  the  womb  of  the  virgin,  the  twain  was 

made  one  : 
Whence  God,  our  Creator,  was  born  a  poor 

man. 


VI. 


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VI. 

Common  metre. 

:   InmyfeJhJhalllfeeGod;  <whom  I Jballjeefor  myfelf. 
Job  xix.  26,  27.  7  Jm 

1  oEE,  O  my  foul,  with  wonder  fee, 

Array'd  in  item,  thy  God, 
Cloath'd  with  my  whole  humanity, 
And  deeply  drench'd  in  blood  ! 

2  My  flefh,  my  blood,  and  bone  efpous'd  5 

(O  the  amazing  plan  !) 
From  nature's  death  and  darknefs  rous'd, 
When  God  became  a  man. 

3  My  frame,  once  pure,  was  marr'd  and  harm'd, 

Between  his  hands  quite  fpoil'd  ; 
But  now  a  nobler  xcfcl  form'd, 
When  God  became  a  child. 

4  At  Bethrhem  was  my  purer  birth, 

The  Virgin-mother  mine, 
His  heav'n  married  to  my  earth, 
In  Chrijl  the  man  divine. 

5  Emmanuel  is  God  with  me, 

In  our  exalted  Lamb  ; 
In  whom  I'm  reconcii'd  and  free  : 
Ail  praife  attend  his  name. 

^  His  fonfhip  proves  my  fin  forgiv'n, 
Makes  my  falvation  fure  5 

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Prepares  for  me  a  feat  in  heaVn, 
And  keeps  my  joy  fecure. 

7  In  him  accepted  ;  and,  as  him, 

Receiv'd  in  realms  above  ; 
In  him  I  triumph,  foar,  and  fwim, 
In  everlaiting  love. 

8  All  my  religion  and  my  life 

Art  thou,  my  Lamb,  my  God  ; 
I'm  fix'd  ;  from  hence  my  future  ffrife 
Shail  be  to  praife  thy  blood 

VII. 

Common  metre. 
IhadjaintedyUnleJs  I  had  belie-ved.—Yfa.  xxvii.  i->4 

1  SHEW  me  the  reafon,  O  my  God, 

Why  I  .afflitfed  am  ; 
Since  thou  haft  wafh'd  me  in  thy  bloody 
And  cover'd  all  my  fname. 

2  Why  yet  muit  rebel  nature  live 

To  fill  my  heart  with  pain  ? 
Why  yet  my  Jefus  muff  I  grieve  ? 
Shall  nature  ne'er  be  (lain  ? 

3  Ten  thoufand  tears,  more  num'rous  figMs/  ) 
.      Flow  from  this  heart  of  mine, 

In  ardent  pray'r,  with  piercing  cries,      / 
I  feek  redrefs  in  vain.  / 


[       12      ] 

4  Whilft  paffing  thro'  baptifmal  fire, 

My  fpirit  frets  and  pines, 
And,  languishing  with  fierce  defire, 
Would  know  thy  deep  defigns. 

5  What !  muft  I  lofe  my  friends  and  fame, 

All  that's  to  be  defied? 
Have  vile  contempt  pour'd  on  my  name, 
Abhorr'd,  but  not  admir'd  ? 

6  What !  muft  temptations  yet  prevail, 

And  Satan  fift  my  heart  ? 
Whilft  inbred  iufts  my  mind  afTail, 
And  caufe  me  grievous  fmart  ? 

7  Muft  heaven,  earth,  and  hell  unite 

Again  ft  me  in  this  war  ? 
How  mall  I  bear  this  dreadful  fight, 
Or  keep  from  foul  defpair  ? 

§  Take  up  the  crcfs,  thyfelf  deny, 
(O  moft  ungrateful  found  !) 
Alas  !  I  burn,  and  fink,  and  die, 
And  feel  the  fpirit's  wound. 

9  Is  there  no  way  to  glorify 

Thy  death  and  honour'd  name, 
Except  I  to  myfeit  thus  die, 

And  fwim  thro'  floods  of  ihame  ? 

xo  What !  be  deny'd  my  heart's  defire, 
My  expectations  croft  j 

6  Whilfi 


[     13     ] 
Whilft  all  my  joys  of  fenfe  expire, 
My  reputation  loft  ? 

1 1  The  thought  of  this  diftracls  my  heart, 

Tis  worfe  than  death  or  hell ; 
The  torment,  pangs,  and  dreadful  fmart 
My  tongue  can  never  tell. 

12  Peace,  O  my  foul ;  this  is  the  path 

That  leado  to  reft  divine  : 
Tis  this  illuftrates  Jefifs  death, 
And  makes  his  goodnefs  mine. 

13  Now,  with  my  Lord  naii'd  to  his  croft 

I  feel  the  untold  pain  ; 
But,  ah  !  how  loth  to  fu#er  lofs, 
Am  I,  tho'  'tis  my  gain  ! 

14  Olamb!  'tis  thou  doft  exercifc 

Me  with  this  feaixhing  flame, 
And,  thro'  thy  fufferings,  wilt  baptize 
Me  into  all  thy  name. 

15  Since  this  I  know,  I  check  my  fears, 

And  all  I  am  refign  ; 
Fly  from  my  heart,  ye  anxious  cares, 
My  lamb,  I'm  wholly  thine. 


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[     14     ] 

VIII. 

But  'where  fin  abounded,  grace  did  much  more  ahoui 
Rom.  v.  20. 

I    1  HE  victory's  won, 

And  Satr.n  is  down  \ 
We  now  overcome, 

His  kingdom  dilbwn  : 
The  feed  of  the  woman 

Hath  bruifed  his  head, 
Hath  made  us  that  new  man, 

Which  love  had  decreed. 

2  In  Adam  we  loll: 

Our  Eden  by  fin  ; 
But  we  now,  thro*  Chryly 

Again  are  brought  in  : 
The  vail  it  is  torn, 

And  paradife  gain'd  : 
The  father  iiath  fworn  •, 

His  promile  fhall  Hand. 

3  Our  nature's  releas'd 

From  fin,  death,  and  hell ; 
Jehovah  is  pleas'd 

With  man  for  to  dwell : 
A  fit  habitation, 

In  fpirit,  for  God  ; 
A  bleft,  new  creation, 

Pronounc'd  very  good. 


[    H  1 

We  mourn  not  the  hour, 

That  Adam  did  fall, 
When  his  will  and  pow'r 

Was  forfeited  all  ; 
Nor  are  we  now  grieved, 

His  glory  and  crown 
Could  not  be  retrieved 

By  works  of  his  own. 

It  was  on  this  ground, 

The  myiVry  of  grace 
Did  much  more  abound, 

When  Jefus  took  place 
Of  man  the  offender, 

To  die  as  our  fin  ; 
And  righteoufnefs  render 

Compkat  and  brought  in. 

By  this  was  made  known 

God's  nature  as  love  \ 
This  we,  in  his  fon, 

Forever  mall  prove. 
By  means  of  tranfgreffion, 

This  grace  was  reveal'd  : 
This  is  our  confelfion, 

A  truth  God  has  feaPd. 

j  When  Adam  was  pure, 

Yet  mutable  he  ; 
In  Jefus  more  fure, 

immutable  we  •, 

B2 


[     16     ] 
More  highly  exalted 

In  Chrljl  the  god-man, 
Ne'er  to  be  affaulted 

By  Satan  again.  «- 

IX. 

Becaufe  the  fooJ}J},nefs  of  God  is  wfer  than  men,  and 
tee  weaknefs  of  God  flronger  than  men,   i  Cor.  i.  2S. 

1    -I-  H  Y  gofpd,  dear  lamb, 

Is  fpirit  and  life, 
Deliv'ring  from  fhame, 

The  bride,  thy  lov'd  wife ; 
Once  loft,  yet  thy  blood  hath 

Reftor'd  us  again  j 
God's  weaknefs  the  word  faith, 

Is  flronger  than  men. 

2  Thy  myfteries  feem 

Confufion  to  fpeak ; 
And  in  man's  efteem 

Thy  gofpel  is  weak ; 
But  mighty  thro'  blood,  'twill 

Deliver  us  when 
The  weaknefs  of  God  ftffl 

Is  flronger  than  men. 


3  Thy  inflruments  are 
But  low  in  degree  •, 


'Tis 


[      17     ] 
'Tis  always  their  care 

To  glorify  thee  ; 
Through  blood. they  are  holy, 

Whiifl  none  fhali  condemn  : 
God's  weaknefs  moft  truly, 

Is  ftronger  than  men. 

4  Tho'  rich,  thou  waft  poor, 

Tho'  hiah ,  thou  waft  low 
Thou  empi'edft  thy  ftore 

Salvation  to  fhew  : 
Thine  infinite  blood,  it 

Delivered  us  then ; 
The  weaknefs  of  God,  it 

Was  ftronger  than  men  : 

5  All  hall,  thou  dear  man, 

The  weaknefs  of  God, 
Thy  torment  and  pain, 

Thy  wounds,  and  thy  blood. 
Declare  thy  falvation  : 

We'll  praife  it  again, 
The  weaknefs  of  God,  it 

Is  ftronger  than  men. 

X. 
Long  Metre. 

BleJftJ  are  the.  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord. — Re?, 
xiv.  13. 

1  W^ITH  folemn  fliout  we  fing  thy  praife, 
Ancient  of  everlafting  days  ! 

B  3  Thou 


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Thou  daily  gather'ft  home  thine  own, 
Whobearthy  crofs,  to  wear  thy  crown. 

2  Let  all  rejoice,  and  no  one  grieve, 
This  day  we  meet  to  take  our  leave 
Of  our  dear  brother's  precious  dull, 
Until  the  rifing  of  the  jufl. 

3  One  with  the  body  of  the  lamb, 
Seal'd  with  Emmanuel's  new  name, 
A  member  of  his  flem  and  bone, 

By  blood  redeem'd,  to  heav'n  he's  gone. 

4  Whilft  here  below,  he  knew  the  Lord, 
And  fanctify'd  in  God  the  word ; 

In  him  his  fpirit  now  fhall  dwell, 
A  conq'ror  over  death  and  hell. 

5  See  !  how  he  treads  the  courts  above, 
The  pavements  of  eternal  love, 
Wond'ring  he  kneels,  and  hails  that  blood, 
Which  reconcilM  his  heart  to  God. 

6  Hark  !  how  he  thunders  Jefu's  name, 
Before  the  throne  a  burning  flame  : 
With  the  united  hoft  he  bows, 

And  no  more  grief  nor  trouble  knows. 

7  Then  mourn  not  o'er  the  lifelefs  clay, 
But  wait  the  refurrecYion  day, 

When  Chrift  the  Saviour  mail  appear, 
And  he  come  with  him  in  the  air. 


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XT. 

Short  Metre. 
When  itpleafed  God  to  reveal  his  fon  in  me,  immediate- 
ly I  conferred,  not  mxtbflejb  and  bhed.—Gzl.  i. 
15,   16. 

1  WHEN  God  &w  Father's  pleas'* 

For  to  reveal  his  ion, 
Immediately  our  confcience  eas'd 
Becomes  his  peaceful  throne. 

2  Confult  we  then  no  more 

Our  fenfes,  ftefh  and  blood, 

But  in  the  day  of  heav'nly  pov.  -'r 

Commence  the  fons  of  God. 

3  Included  all  in  one, 

We  now  with  rapture  tell, 
We're  in  the  Father's  only  fon, 
In  whom  he's  pleafed  well : 

5  This  doth  our  God  make  known 

To  mortal  worms  below  : 
•   All  other  matters  we  difown, 

This  only  will  we  know. 

5  We  leave  this  world  behind, 

With  all  its  faith  and  forms, 
And  live  in  the  eternal  mind, 
Free  from  all  hell's  alarms, 

6  What  fenfe  {uggefts  we  leave, 

With  reafon's  doubtful  plan, 


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And  in  the  fpirit's  power  cleave 
To  Chriji  the  perfect  man. 

XII. 

he  anfwer  of  a  good  confcience  towards  God,  by  the 
refurremon  of  Jefus  Chriji.— -Pet.  iii.  „. 

i    W  HAT  beauties  divine 
In  Jefus  do  fhine  ! 
And  yet  all  I  fee,  I,  with  boldnefs,  call  mine. 

2  With  him  crucify'd, 
When  Jefus  he  dy'd, 

%  nature  was  purg'd,  and  to  God  purify'd. 

3  To  me  it  is  plain 
When  Jefus  was  flain, 

Eternal  redemption  he  then  did  obtain. 

4  From  bondage  and  chains, 
From  fm  and  hell-pains, 
Redemption  of  all  in  one  man  he  obtains. 

5  Baptiz'd  into  him, 
Who  did  me  redeem, 

His  perfon  and  glories  are  my  conftant  theme. 

6  For  all  of  the  lamb 
I  rightfully  claim 

To  reft  in  his  fulnefs  of  flature  I  aim. 

The 


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7  The  father  makes  known 

What  he  hath  beflown  Town. 

On  Chrijl,  and  inftrudh  me  to  call  it  my 

XIII. 

Long  Metre. 

Arlfe,Jhine;  for  thy  light  is  come,  and  the  glory  of  the 
Lord  is  rifen  np-m  thee. — Ifa.  lx.  i . 

j  HERE  (hall  no  trouble  or  difmay 

Reach  us,  nor  want,  nor  fin,  nor  fliarae. 
For  Chrift  to-day  and  yefterday, 
And  to  eternity's  the  fame. 

2  Here  confummate  in  joy  and  peace, 

"We  hail  that  wounded,  bleeding  heart, 
Where,  fav'd  from  fin,  we'll  never  ceafe 
To  praife  the  lamb  our  better  part. 

3  Now  all  things  in  one  period  turn  ; 

Sin  dares  no  more  to  mow  its  head  -, 
No  more  we  want,  nor  figh,  nor  mourn, 
On  ev'ry  foe  we  conq'ring  tread. 

4  The  end  is  come,  God  hath  appear'd, 

AfTum'd  our  flefh,  and  blood,  and  bone -, 
The  body  in  his  love  prepar'd, 

Is  that  where  Chriji  and  we  are  one. 

5  O  death  !  where's  now  thy  fling  and  curfe? 

Where's  now  thy  boalted  pow'r  and  might? 

We 

it 


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We  feel  no  more  the  dread  remorfe, 
Nor  can  thy  terrors  us  affright. 

6  Glory  to  our  incarnate  God  ! 

We're  fav'd  in  him,  the  work  is  done  5 
He  leads  us,  by  the  Saviour's  blood 
Up  to  the  glories  of  his  throne. 

XIV. 
Short  Metre. 
He  thai Spared  not  hh  c^nfon,  but  delivered  him  up  for 
us  all  ■  how  flail  he  not  <witb  him  freely  ewe  us  all 
things?  Rom.viii.  32.  •.  -,   ■ 

1  J-  H  E  father's  holy  eye 
Beheld  his  fon  in  blood, 

With  pleafure  infinitely  high. 
Peculiar  to  a  God. 

2  Nor  did  (when  time  began) 

That  work  pronounc'd  fo  good, 
Appear  fo  plcafing  as  this  man, 
Adorn'd  with  wounds  and  blood. 

3  This  fign  and  token  giv'n, 

Sufficiently  doth  prove, 

hout  another  fign  from  Heav'n, 
That  God,  our  father's  love. 

4  Here  all  our  fin  hath  ceas'd  ; 

s  are  here  fecure  ; 

Our 


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Our  nature  from  the  curie  releas'd, 
Thro*  y-^'s  death  is  pure. 

5  Then  was  cur  Heav'n  brought  in, 
And  we  were  fa  v'd  from  guilt. 
When  Qhrift  in  character  of  fin, 
Annihilation  felt. 

XV. 

Common  Metre, 

In  bis  humiliation  bis  judgment  was  taken  awaj.- 
A6ts  viii.     3. 

1  J  ESUS,  thy  beauties  I  explore  | 
Who  am  a  heiplefs  worm  ; 

Adoring  now  and  evermore 
Thy  crucified  form, 

2  When  on  thy  crofs,  my  deareil  Lord, 

What  love  didil  thou  difplay  ! 
Eternal  annals  fliall  record  * 
The  great  uncommon  day. 

2  Down  low,  beneath  the  wrath  of  heav'n, 

Thy  troubled  foul  did  bow  5 
Humiliation  deeply  grav'n 

Upon  thy  bleeding  brow, 

4  My  God  !  my  God  !  was  then  thy  cry, 
^  Why  hail  thou  me  forfook  ? 
Nature,  replying  with  a  Sigh, 
In  trong  convulfions  fhooi:, 


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5*  More  marr'd  than  any  man's  thy  face, 

Thy  judgment's  took  away  ; 
Nor  men,  nor  angels  then  could  trace 
Thy  myitery,  thy  day. 

6  Thou  didft,  when  in  the  depth  of  hell, 

An  awful  lllence  keep  ; 
No  tongue  like  thine  can  ever  tell 
The  horrors  of  the  deep. 

7  Strong  pains  of  death  encompaficd  thee, 

And  helliili  pangs  were  felt, 
That  thou  might'ft  fet  thy  children  free 
From  all  their  fin  and  guilt. 

S  Tho'  Satan  once  did  us  enflave 
Now  thou  haft  bruis'd  his  head  > 
And  in  thyfelf  didit  fully  five 
Thy  lov'u,  thy  royal  ked. 

9  Hence  everlafting  praife  belongs 
To  thee  our  God  and  King  : 
Do  thou  but  influence  our  fongs 
And  we  will  ever  fing. 

XVL 
Common  Metre. 
Who  again  ft  hope  believed  in  hope. — Rom.  iv.  iS. 

I  WHEN  I  behold  my  bleeding  God, 
Each  mountain  feems  a  plain ; 

But 


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But  if  I  e'er  forget  his  blood, 
The  mountains  rife  again. 

2  What  means  my  inbred  fenfe,  fo  rude, 

To  v/ar  againfl  my  peace  ? 
Or  why  mould  reafon  bold  intrude 
Upon  a  Saviour's  grace  ? 

3  What  tho'  my  fenfes  loudly  fay, 

I  have  nor  faith,  nor  love  ; 
Nor  am  I  in  the  living  way 
That  leads  to  realms  above  ? 

4  What,  if  to  increafe  ftill  my  grief,. 

It  fummons  lufl  and  pride, 
Hardnefs  of  heart  and  unbelief, 
And  all  my  ills  befide  : 

5  And,  from  the  whole,  would  witnefs  this, 

Thou  art  devoid  of  grace  : 
How  canft  thou  hope,  in  worlds  of  blifs, 
To  fee  the  Saviours  face  ? 

6  To  this,  the  witnefs  of  my  Lord 

(Greater  than  all  in  me) 
Replies,  in  his  unerring  word, 
The  Saviour's  grace  is  free. 

7  The  man  who  works  not,  but  believes 

On  him  who  juftifies 
Ungodly  fouls,  in  Chrift  receives 
The  life  that  never  dies. 

C  S  Out 


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8  Our  Saviour  full  atonement  made, 

When  for  our  fins  he  dy'd, 
And,  when  he  left  death's  gloomy  made, 
Our  perfons  juflify'd. 

9  Who  mall  condemn  ?  'twas  Jefus  dy'd, 

'  Twas  Jefus  rofe  again  ; 
He  with  himfelf  hath  juflify'd 
The  finful  fons  of  men. 

10  In  hope  of  what  in  Chrift  I  am, 
Rejoicing,  I  believe, 

Againflmy  hopelefs  guilt  and  fhame, 
And  thus,  by  faith,  I  live. 

xvny  \  . 

Long  Metre. 

We  /hall  be  like  him,  for  ive /hall fee  him  as  heis.— 
i  John  iii.  2. 

1  15  Y  grace  we  know,  to  us  it's  clear, 
When  Chrijl,  our  Saviour,  fhall  appear, 
We  fhall  be  like  him,  O  what  blifs ! 
For  we  fhall  fee  him  as  he  is. 

2  When  as  he  is  we  him  defcry, 
In  ipirit's  light  and  myftery  ; 
Unnumber'd  beauties  in  him  fhine, 
Beauties  of  God  and  man  divine : 

3  Beauties  of  holinefs  and  grace, 
Adorn  cur  Saviour's  lovely  face ; 

Eternal 


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Eternal  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Doth  he  in  purity  poflcfs. 

4  When  as  he  is  we  him  do  fee, 
From  ev'ry  fpot  and  wrinkle  free : 
Ho w  glorious  is  the  worthy  Lamb  ! 
How  venerable  is  his  name  ! 

5  But,  O  !  what  glorious  grace  is  this  ! 
That  when  we  fee  him  as  his  is, 
We  fee  ourfelves,  and  are  affur'd 
That  we  are  like  our  deareft  Lord. 

6  As  we  his  myftic  fulnefs  are, 

He  gives  us  each  a  member's  fhai?e 
In  all  his  grace :  the  favour'd  bride 
Is#with  his  likenefs  fatisfy'd. 

7  Jefus%  enough,  we're  as  thou  art ! 
With  this  great  truth  we  ne'er  will  part  j 
Each  member  here  is  as  the  head, 

Each  as  its  Lord  is  perfected. 

8  But  yet,  as  chryftals  pure  tranfmit 
Their  lultre  whence  they  borrow  it : 
From  thee,  O  Chrjft,  we  all  receive ; 
To  thee  we  all  the  glory  give. 

9  What  yet  mall  glorioufly  advance 
Our  joys,  is  thy  pre-eminence; 

'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  thee  wear  the  crown, 
And  proflrate  at  thy  feet  fall  down. 

C  2  XVIII. 


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XVIII. 

Long  Metre. 

Precious  in  the  fight  of  the  Lord  is  the  death  of  bis 
fainn. — Pfa.  cxvi.  15. 

1  JMOST  precious,  in  our  Saviour's  fight, 

Are  all  his  faints'  unnotic'd  death  ! 
He  bears  them  to  eternal  light, 

"When  they  refign  their  mortal  breath. 

2  Precious  the  foul  by  him  redeem'd ; 

From  threat'ning  evils  fnatch'd  away, 
Precious  their  divft,  by  him  efteem'd, 
Hell  raife  it  at  the  latter  day. 

3  Free  from  this  world's  unnumber'd  cares, 

From  Satan's  rage,  and  human  fpite, 
From  fin's  diftrefs  and  gloomy  fear's  ; 
How  precious  this  in  Jefits  fight ! 

4  From  all  their  labours  now  they  reft  j 

Their  weary  fouls,  with  joy  and  peace, 
Lean  on  their  faithful  Abra'm's  breaft, 
Where  all  the  wicked  troublers  ceafe. 

5  All  this,  and  more,  our  brother  proves  ; 

Now  he  the  Son  of  man  can  fee ; 
He  fees,  he  feels,  he  joys,  he  loves, 
And  all  from  intermiffion  free. 

*  No  more,  as  darkly  thro'  a  glafs, 

His  eye-fight  purg'd  by  Je/u's  blood, 

Now 


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Now  clearly  fees  Immanuel's  face, 
The  bright  unclouded  face  of  God ! 

7  Whilft  here  below,  he  knew,  in  part, 

That  deep,  that  boundlefs,  heav'nly  theme, 
The  pow'r  of  Jefu's  blood  and  fmart, 
Completely  cleanfing  us  in  him. 

8  Feeling  his  heart  and  flefh  decay, 

He. languished  beneath  thine  hand, 
In  patient  longings  for  the  day, 

When  he  mould  fee  Immanuers  land 

9  Now  is  the  perfect  day  his  own  ; 

No  darkening  vail  remains  between ; 
He  knows  the  Lord  as  he  is  known, 
And  fees  his  myft'ry  as  he's  feen. 

XIX. 

Common  Metre. 

I/Chrift  he  not  rifen,  then  is  our  preaching  vain,   atii 

your  faith  <vain<. — 1  Cor,  xv.  14. 
The  Lord  is  rijen  indeed. — Luke  xjwv.  34. 

1  (JlJR  glorious  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  ! 

Death,  conquered,  loft  its  prize ; 
The  grave  furrender'd  him  with  fpeed, 
"When  he  aflay'd  to  rife. 

2  In  vain  the  foldiers  watch  his  tomb, 

When  heav'nly  forms  appear  •, 

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The  Roman  eagle's  overcome, 
The  foldiers  die  with  fear. 

3  An  angel's  form  before  them  flood ; 

His  face  like  lightning  fhone ; 
Commiflion'd  from  the  Father,  God, 
To  roll  away  the  flone. 

4  Up  rofe  the  Saviour  from  the  dead ! 

Down  all  oppofers  fell : 
Satan  in  chains  of  triumph  led, 
Trampling  on  death  and  hell. 

5  To  banim  his  difciples  fears, 

He  prov'd  himfelf  alive, 
By  all  his  wounds  and  bloody  fears ; 
Then  did  their  hearts  revive. 

6  With  them,  will  we  our  Lord  adore ; 

For  them,  and  us  he  dy'd : 
He  lives,  he  lives,  and  dies  no  more! 
H.:nce  we  are  juftify'd. 

7  Nor  is  our  faith,  nor  preaching  vain ; 

Nor  in  our  fins  arc  we ; 
Since  Chrijl>  our  head,  is  ris'n  again ; 
And,  rifing,  lit  us  free. 

8  Who  (hall  condemn  ?  lo !  Jefus  dy'd: 

Yea,  rather  lives  for  us  ; 
He  with  himfelf  hath  crucify'd 
Our  fins  upon  the  crofs. 


9  Ha'4 


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pHail,  rifcn  Saviour!  thee  we  hail, 

Who,  by  Almighty  pow'r, 
Didft  over  death  and  hell  prevail  \ 

We  blefs  the  glorious  hour. 

io  High  on  thy  Father  David's  throne, 

Forever  live  and  reign  j 
'Till  by  thine  own  right  hand  alone. 
Thy  ev'ry  foe  be  Slain. 

XX. 
Short  Metre. 

And  a  man  (ball  he  as  a  hiding-place  f torn  the  wind 
and  a  covert  from  the  tempeji ;  as  rivers  of  water, 
in  a  dry  place  ;  as  the  Jhadtrw  of  a  great  rock  in  » 
weary  land., — Ifa.  xxxii.  2. 

*  O  CHRIST!  O  love  divine! 

How  wonderful  art  thou  ! 
What  heav'nly  beauties  in  thee  mine  I 
What  mercies  from  thee  flow  I 

2  Lo !  thou  art  all  we  need, 

To  make  us  truly  bleit ; 
Thy  worfhippers  are  all  agreed, 
Thou  art  the  Tinner's  reft. 

3  When  blows  the  ftormy  wind, 

The  rage  of  man  or  hell, 
A  hiding-place  in  thee  we  find, 
Shelter'd  in  peace  we  dwell. 

4  Whea 


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4  When  Satan,  fin  and  law, 

Do  fiercely  all  unite ; 
Moft  fearfully  on  us  to  draw 
A  dark,  tempeftuous  night. 

5  When  thunders  roar  aloud 

Thro'  the  diftemper'd  fky  ; 
Like  lightnings  from  the  fulph'rous  cloud, 
When  dreadful  curfes  fly. 

6  Defpairing,  guilty  fears, 

In  fiery  tempefts  roll, 
And  when  the  fecond  death  appears 
To  fright  the  trembling  foul. 

7  By  faith  in  thee  made  bold, 

We  fmile  when  tempefts  fall ; 
'  Thou  art  the  Man  promis'd  of  old, 
To  cover  us  from  all. 

XXI. 

Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

i    vVHILST  we  are  marching  thro' 
This  1  nd  with  drought  accursM, 
Rivers  of  living  waters  flow, 
In  thee  to  quench  our  thirft. 


2  This  world's  a  weary 'land 
J3y  An,  a  delart  made; 


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'Tis  all  around  a  burning  ftrand  * 
Has  no  refrefaing  fhade. 

3  'But  thou'rt  our  mighty  Rock  5 

Thy  fhadow  very  great ! 
Where  all  thy  weary  pilgrim-flock 
Find  a  divine  retreat. 

4  Tho'  once  with  fin  opprefs'd, 

From  which  no  part  was  free  ; 
Our  grievances  are  now  redrefs'd^ 
Dear,  glorious  Man,  in  thee. 

5  In  thee  we  now  have  found 

Whate'er  we  loft,  and  more  \ 
We  fee  thy  grace  much  more  abound, 
Than  fin  had  done  before. 

6  Thy  praife  be  our  employ  •, 

Thy  glories  ever  fhine : 
All  our  falvation,  hope,  andjoy^ 
Art  thou,  O  Man  divine  1 


XXII. 

Long    Metre. 

Ye  are  God 's  building.     1  Cor.  iii.  9. 
Bui'.ded  together  for  an   habitation  of  God,  through  th$ 
fpirit, — Eph.  ii.  12. 

1    W  HEN  elements  and  time  will  fads 
(What  wifeft  architects  have  made) 

MouldYmg 


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MouldYing  to  whence  it  came  , 
God's  building  ever  fhall  endure, 
In  all  things  order'd  well  and  lure  : 
Chrijl  always  is  the  fame. 

2  When  we  the  infide  work  furvey, 
What  grandeur  does  the  whole  difplay  ! 

How  glorious  ev'ry  part ! 
Earth's  beauties  all  are  far  too  mean 
To  point  out  what's  in  Jefus  feen, 

When  he  attracts  the  heart. 

3  Foundation,  Chrijl,  and  head-ftone  too, 
The  Alpha  and  Omega  thou, 

Of  this  the  houfe  of  God : 
A  lively  ftone,  on  thee  I'm  built, 
And  wafli'd  from  all  my  dreadful  guilt. 

In  thine  atoning  blood. 

xxur. 

After  preaching. 
CHRIST  our  head's  gone  up  on  high, 

And  we  his  body  are  ; 
All  our  forrows  v/e'll  lay  by, 

And  each  diffracting  care : 
Tho'  we  Satan's  darts  may  feel, 

Yet  he  can  never  ffrike  us  dead  : 
He  may  bruife  us  on  the  heel, 

But  cannot  reach  our  head. 

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XXIV. 

The  fame. 
Jj. OW  charmingly  founds 

The  word  of  the  Lord! 
Where  witnefs  abounds, 

That  man  is  reftor'd 
To  God,  his  poffeffion, 

Dear  Jefus,  in  thee ; 
From  fin  and  tranfgreffion 

For  ever  fet  free. 

;  How  glor'ous  the  name 

Of  Jefus  our  King  ! 
Thou  crucify'd  Lamb, 

Thine  honors  we  fing  : 
Our  hope  and  falvation 

To  world  without  end  \ 
Our  neareft  relation, 

And  faithful-left  friend. 

XXV. 
Long  metre. 
The  fame. 

JvV  HAT  bleffings  in  the  Lamb  abound  \ 
To  all  who  know  the  joyful  found  ; 
Thy  countenance,  O  Lord,  mall  mine 
On  them  with  brightnefs  all  divine. 

2  Tiw 


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2  The  grievances  which  them  opprefs'd. 
In  Jtfus  now  they  fee  redrefs'd  ; 

This  mercy  we  thy  worms  now  prove, 
And  blefs  thy  grace,  thou  God  of  love. 

3  Infinite  wifdom,  all  our  days 

Will  we  admire  thy  pleafant  ways  : 
Thy  paths  are  peace  ;  we'll  run  and  blels 
The  Lord  our  life  and  righteoufnefs. 

XXVI. 

Long    Metre. 

Thiugh  I  <were  perfeii^yet  ivould  I  not  knoiv  my  fold 
I  ivould  defpife  my  life. — Job.  ix.  21 . 

1  COULD  I  of  all  perfection  boaft, 
As  pure  as  that  which  Adam  loft, 
I'd  iacrifice  it  to  thy  blood, 
My  Chrifty  my  all,  my  only  good. 

2  Were  I  as  AbrcLm>  ftrong  in  faith, 
And  boldly  ftedfaft.  unto  death  ; 
I'd  bid  my  faithfulnefs  adieu, 
And  Jefus  only  faithful  view. 

3  If  I  more  meek  than  Mofes  were, 
Quite  free  from  anger,  ftrife,  or  fear ; 
Yet  this  Igladly  would  defpife, 
Arxd  Jefus  meeknefs  only  prize. 

4  Were  I  as  Job  fubmiffive,  ftill 
Patient,  refign'd  in  ev'ry  ill  5  Y 


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Yet  ail  mould  fade  before  his  crofs  ; 
Compar'd  with  Him,  it  is  but  drofs. 

5  If  I  was  wife  as  Solomon, 

Like  him  with  zeal  and  ardour  fhone  ; 
Like  him  I'd  vain  and  foolifh  fee 
My  wifdom,  zeal,  yea  all  but  thee. 

6  Had  I  an  angel's  purity, 
Yea  even  this  I  would  deny  ; 

Nor  good  confefs  in  name  or  thing, 
But  Chriji  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  king. 

XXVII. 

Common  metre. 
The  fame. 

1  JriOW  pow'rful  is  the  glorious  word  ! 

The  unclious  word  of  God, 
Which  preaches  Jefus  Chrifl  oar  Lord, 
His  fufPrings,  death  and  blood. 

2  How  it  reveals  his  myftery  ! 

Who  did  our  fouls  redeem  ; 
Explains  the  facred  unity, 

And  fhouts  us  fav'd  in  him.    ' 

3  It  fhews  us  ev'ry  law  command, 

Dear  Lamb,  f  ulfill'd  in  thee  ; 

And  bids  us  fail  and  fearlefb  ftand, 

Where  thou  haft  made  us  free. 

D  4  Dear. 


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4  Dear,  glorious  Lamb,  we  thee  adore  j 
We  praife  thee  for  thy  word  : 
But  for  thyfelf  we  praife  thee  more, 
O  !  holy,  holy  Lord. 

XXVIII.  \ 
Short  metre. 
The  fame. 

1  B.LESS -D  are  the  eyes  that  fee  y 

'The  ears  are  blefs'd  that  hear 
The  trumpet  cf  the  jubilee, 
The  great  fabbatic  year. 

2  We  plough  nor  faw  no  more* 

Nor  toil  for  living  bread  -, 

For  we've  a  never-failing  ftore., 

A  table  plenteous  fpread. 

3  The  fervant  now  is  free  ; 

The  hateful,  heavy  yoke 
(That  all  might  tafte  true  liberty) 
From  ev'ry  neck  is  broke. 

4  Th'  inheritance  once  fold, 

Which  the  poor  bankrupt  mourns, 
To  the  true  owner  without  gold 
Or  price,  it  now  returns. 

5  O  Jefusl  ever  blefr, 

Thou  art  our  jubilee  ; 
Our  reftoration,  and  our  reft, 

Is  all,  dear  Lamb,  in  thee.  6  T. 


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$  Thy  name,  O  bleeding  King ! 

Shall  dwell  on  all  our  tongues  5 
And  ev'ry  heart,  infpir'd,  fhall  ling 
Thy  praife  in  all  their  fongs. 

Worthy  the  honored  name 

Of  Jefus  Chrift,  our  Lord  ; 
He's  God  Almighty,  and  the  Lamb, 

Eternally  ador'd. 

XXIX. 

Solemn  Praife. 

SlNG  the  triumphs  of  your  conq'ring 

Head  and  crucified  King  ; 
His  achievements,  when  he  vanquifh'd: 

All  our  enemies,  we'll  fing  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Glory,  glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 

Long  he  ftruggled,  with  confnfed 
Noife,  and  garments  roll'd  in  bloody 

'Till,  deftroying  fin,  and  hell,  and 
Death,  he  refcu'd  man  to  God  : 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

Moil:  triumphant,  greatly  glorious^, 
He  from  death  and  hell  arofe ; 

In  him  all  his  church,  victorious, 
Triumph' d  o'er  her  dreadful  foes  : 

Hallelujah*  &c. 

D  2  4  High 


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High  afcending  'midft.  angelic 

Songs,  and  founds  of  trumpets  loud. 
In  eternal  triumph  leading 

All  the  captives  of  his  blood  : 
Hallelujahy  &c. 

Far  above  the  higheft  heaven 
Thus  he  glorioufly  afcends, 

Where  the  honor's  to  him  given, 
Ev'ry  thought  of  man  tranfcends : 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

!  There,  exalted,  live  and  reign,  whilft 
We  admire  thy  wounds  and  blood, 

'Till  we  fee  thee  come  again,  in 
All  the  pomp  and  pow'r  of  God  : 

Hallelujahy  hallelujah)  hallelujahy 

dory,  glory*  Lord,  be  ttiia^ 


HYMNS 


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HYMNS 

By    JOHN     RELLY. 

XXX, 

My  fong  (hall  be  of  him  who  dy'ct 

Upon  the  mount  of  Calvary  ; 
His  name,  his  blood,  and  nought  belide 

Shall  be  my  theme  eternally. 

I  view  him  in  his  infant  form, 
Poor,  helplefs,  in  a  manger  laid  ; 

To  refcue  me,  a  worthlefs  worm, 
Th'  eternal  word  my  flefh  was  made. 

At  eight  days  old  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

To  purge  our  filth  his  blood  was  fpilt  \ 
Thus  all  the  members,  in  the  head, 

Were  purg'd  from  their  parental  guilt. 

A  man  of  forrows  was  my  Lord, 
Tempted  like  me  in  ev'rv  point  \  ■ 

D  3  Tfca* 


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That  he  true  fnccour  might  afford 

To  tempted  fouls,  who  elfe  would  faint, 

5  Defpis'd  and  friendlefs  was  the  Lamb, 

Abafed  to  a  low  degree, 
Refus'd  by  all  with  fcorn  and  ifhame, 
That  he  our  faithful  friend  might  be. 

6  Mark  how  he  loves  his  blood-bought  friends ! 

When  in  his  greateit  agony 
He  pleads  for  them,  he  them  defends, 
They  're  as  the  apple  of  his  eye. 

7  For  when  the  multitude  came  on 

To  drag  him  to  the  curfed  tree  ; 

Wliom  feek  ye  ?  (fays  the  holy  one) : 

If  me  you  feek,  the  children  free. 

3  When  thus  accepted,  in  our  fread, 
Juftice  the  fmner  did  releafe  -, 
And  for  the  members  fmote  the  head, 
Chaftis'd  him  for  our  breach  of  peace. 

XXXI. 

Long  metre. 

*  DEAR  Shepherd,  fee  thy  flock  here  met, 
Before  thy  pierced  feet  to  bow  ; 
To  praife  thy  wounds,  thy  blood  and  fweat, 
Through  which  eternal  love  did  flow. 

2  Thou  art  with  us  where  e'er  we  meet  j 
Nor  wilt  thou  leave  us,  holy  Lamb  : 

W 


i 


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We  find  a  calm,  a  bleft  retreat, 
Beneath  the  cov'ring  of  thy  name. 

3  Great  mercies  thou  to  us  haft  fhewn,  ' 

Since  firft  we  knew  that  we  were  thine ; 
Since  rirft  thou  mark'd  us  for  thy  own, 
With  grace  and  righteouihefs  divine. 

4  Seal'd  for  thine  own  we  furely  are ; 

Thy  fpirit,  Lord,  our  witnefs  is  : 
Nor  can  we  fall  from  Jefus  far, 
For  he  is  love  and  tender  neis. 

5  There's  none  can  pluck  us  from  his  hand, 

Inclos'd  by  grace  on  ev'ry  fide  ; 
His  oath,  his  promiie  firmly  Hand, 
We  ever  fhall  with  him  abide ! 

6  He  never  will  himfelf  deny  ; 

Nor  could  he  die  for  man  in  vain  : 
How  then  {hall  God  in  wrath  dellroy, 
The  fouls  for  whom  the  Lamb  was  fiain  I 

7  The  countlefs  price  he  paid  for  us, 

Exempts  us  from  the  iron  rod  : 
His  life,  his  death,  his  blood  and  crcf  > 
Hath  reconcii'd  us  all  to  God, 


XXXII. 
Snort  metre. 

I    MY  Saviour  for  me  bled 

Upon  the  croft's  wood  »  -For 


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For  me,  the  fmner  me,  he  fhed 
His  rich,  atoning  blood. 

I  For  my  offences  great 

He  dy'd  a  curfed  death  ; 
And  wrought  falvation  out  complete 
To  be  enjoy'd  by  faith. 

\  The  wine-prefs  he  did  tread, 
And,  thro'  his  bleeding  fide, 
His  fpirit,  in  abundance,  fhed 
On  his  beloved  bride. 

\  Now  by  his  grace  I  know 
That  I  am  one  of  them, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  dy'd  below 
Upon  the  crofs's  flem. 

XXXIII. 

Long  metre. 

i  LET  us  our  hearts  and  voices  raife, 
To  found  the  mighty  Saviour's  praifcj 
And  fing*he  dy'd,  and  lives  again 
For  us  the  fallen  fons  of  men. 

Z  He  bare  our  curfe,  our  debt  he  paid, 
When  all  our  woes  on  him  were  laid  5 
Our  midnight  darknefs  chas'd  away, 
And  rais'd  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Tis  finifh'd,  faith  the  dying  God, 
For  man,  cries  all  his  wounds  and  blood : 

Salvation 


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Salvation  finiuYd  was  for  us, 
In  Jefusy  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

4  He,  fainting,  felt  death's  rude  divorce, 
To  put  his  teflament  in  force  \ 
"Wherein  to  man  he  did  bequeath 
The  labours  of  his  life  and  death. 

5  Quickly  he  breaks  death's  feeble  chain, 
And  to  his  throne  afcends  again  *, 

There  fits  adorn'd  with  wounds  and  blood, 
And  calls  us  wand'rers  home  to  God. 

6  Let  all  the  fons  of  Sionfmg 
Unwearied  praife  to  Ckrift  their  King/. 
He  is  our  Saviour,  God,  and  we 
Will  found  his  name  eternally. 

XXXIV. 

Common  metre. 
I      IIS  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays  ; 
The  gift  of  God  is  free  ; 
'Tis  Jefus  pray'r,  his  groans  and  cries, 
That  mall  accepted  be. 

'Tis  in  the  Lamb's  abafement  low, 

We  are  receiv'd  of  God  : 
Lo  !  nothing  is  there  good,  we  know, 

But  J  ejus  and  his  blood. 

\  'Tis  through  his  death,  and  cfF'ring  up 
On  the  accurfed  wood,  That 


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That  we  are  privileged  to  fup 
With  him,  our  Lord  and  God. 

4  'Tis  through  the  refurre&ion  pow'r 

We  live  the  life  of  faith  : 
In  his  dear  body  we  are  more 
Than  conqu'rors  over  death/ 

5  When  he  afcended  up  on  high, 

Lo  !  we  afcended  then  \ 
He  captive  led  captivity, 
Receiving  gifts  for  men. 

6  Yea,  for  rebellious  men  he  fu'd, 

That  God  with  them  might  dwell ; 
And  when  his  wounded  form  he  fhew'd/ 
The  fpirit  on  them  fell. 

7  All  praifc  to  him  our  God,  our  friend, 

Who  finimed  all  for  us : 
We  blefs  the  love  which  hath  no  end, 
Revealed  on  the  crofs. 

XXXV. 
Long  metre. 

1  WHEN  firft  I  knew  my  Lord,  my  Gody 

Twas  in  his  deep  humility, 
His  garments  roll'd  in  his  own  blood  •, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  lookM  on  me. 

2  Lo  !  then  my  fainting  heart  reviv'd, 

When  I  beheld  the  Saviour  fmile  •, 

'Twa£ 


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*T\vas  then  in  Jcfus  I  believ'd, 
And  felt  the  glory  of  his  toil. 

3  I  nothing  had,  when  my  dear  Lamb 

Did  fhew  me  all  my  fins  forgiv'n  5 
I  nothing  had  but  filth  and  fhame, 
When  firft  I  faw  my  name  La  heav'n. 

4  Loye,  bleeding  love,  firft  found  out  me, 

And  led  me  by  a  way  umought ; 
Love  drew  me  to  the  bloody  tree. 
And  pointed  out  my  pardon  bought  \ 

5  Bought  with  the  Saviour's  pains  and  blood  : 

Amazing  love  !  what  tongue  can  tell 
The  glory  which  I  faw  in  God, 
When  at  his  footftocl  firft  I  fell  ? 

6  Nor  angels  may  declare  the  blifs 

My  foul  receiv'd,  when  firft  I  found, 
In  ChriJ}\  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs 
Exhibited  through  ev'ry  wound. 

7  His  promife  is,  He  will  remain 

My  dear,  my  everlafting  friend , 
He  feal'd  me  this  by  unknown  pain  5 
Loves,  and  will  love  me  to  the  end. 

8  Then  praife,  my  foul,  thy  bleeding  King, 
Who  gives  thee  all  his  heart  to  prove 


His  matchlefs  grace :  forever  fin 


The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 

XXXVI. 


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xxxvi. 

Common  Metre. 

1  HOW  rich  the  love  !  my  Lord,  my  God  ? 

For  me,  a  worm  hath  dy'd  •, 
For  me  he  med  his  living  blood  *, 
I  know  no  God  befide 

2  The  fource  of  all  my  happinefs 

Is  his  eternal  name  ; 
Nor  is  there  ought  but  dung  and  droft 
Befides  my  deareft  lamb. 

3  All  things  mall  perifh  but  the  word, 

He  Irands  forever  fure  ; 
Jcfus  forever  is  the  Lord,  ^ 

Let  ev'ry  pow'r  adore. 

4  This  word  made  flefh  in  EethP kem(fczn> 

Incarnate  was  in  me  ; 
In  me  and  all  the  fons  of  men, 
That  he  our  head  might  be. 

r;  Then  up  unto  our  head  v/e  look, 
And  blefs  that  glorious  grace, 
Which  (hews  us  God's  eternal  book 
Unfeal'd  in  Jififi  race. 

Xl&VlT. 


I 


Truest  1o&         people, 

Nought  can  turn  thy  heart  from  me  •, 


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In  thy  death  thy  poor  difcipie 

Still  obtains  true  liberty, 
Thy  bleft  word,  and  kind  behaviour, 

Death  ant  torments,  wounds  and  bloody 
Still  allures  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

That  thou  art  my  Lord,  nly  God. 

2  From  thee  I  can  never  wander 

Fatally,  but  {hall  abide 
In  that  bleeding  fountain  yonder, 

Shelter'd  in  thy  pierc'd  fide : 
There  my  jefus  freely  gives  me 

All  the  glory  he's  received  ; 
As  he  dy'd,  fo  now  he  lives  rae  % 

This  is  heav'n,  once  believ'd. 


XXXVIII. 

t   COME  ye  lovers  of  the  Lamb, 

Praife  the  great  Almighty  name  ; 
To  your  God  your  longs  begin, 
To  the  Lamb  your  bleeding  king. 


2  Jefus,  thee  we  honors  give  ; 
Live,  Almighty  Jefus,  live  ; 

Thou  haft  penn'd  our  fongs  with  blood, 
Thee  we  hail,  incarnate  God. 

3  We  were  laden  once  with  fm, 
But  the  Lamb  hath  made  us  clean  *, 

E  We 


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We,  who  once  in  darknefs  lay, 
Now  behold  eternal  day. 

4  Strangers  once  and  far  from  God, 
Now  brought  home  by  Jefifs  blood, 
Shining  in  our  wedding  drefs, 

In  the  Lord,  our  righteoufnefs. 

5  Poor,  and  low,  we  once  did  lie, 
Full  of  wants,  and  fore  opprefs'd  ; 
Jefus  now  hath  rais'd  us  high, 

All  our  grievances  redrefb'd. 

6*  Deeply  finking  once  in  hell, 
Without  hope,  and  without  God  ; 
Now  our  tongues  can  greatly  tell, 
We  are  fav'd  by  Jefiis  blood. 

7  Freely  we  are  fav'd  by  grace, 
Heart  and  hand  we  this  embrace  y 
This  below  fills  ev'ry  tongue 
This  above  is  all  the  long. 

8  Praifes  ftill  to  Chrijl  v/e  fing, 
Chrifl  our  prophet,  prieft,  and  king 
Th'  living  waters  in  us  flow, 
Glory  is  begun  below. 


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HYMNS 

By    J.    M. 

XXXIX. 

CoMft,  though  we  can  truly  fing, 
In  our  flefh  dwells  no  good  thing; 
Yet  on  him  who  gives  us  all, 
We're  embolden'd  ftill  to  call. 

Blind  and  foolifti  once  were  we, 
Chrift  our  wifdom  now  we  fee*, 
In  this  wifdom  we  confide, 
By  this  we  are  juitified. 

Once  in  breaking  God's  command, 
Doom'd  to  death  beneath  his  hand  j 
Now  we're  call'd  to  own,  and  blefs, 
Jeius  Chrift  our  righteouihels. 

I  Without  purity  of  heart 
Truth  divine  will  fay  depart, 
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But  this  holinefs  we  find, 
In  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

5  Many,  mighty  are  our  foes  \ 
Human  thefe,  Angelic  thofe, 
Where  for  refuge  /hall  we  flee  ? 
Chrilt  our  great  redemption  fee  I 

6  Seraphs,  flames  of  facred  fire, 
View  this  myftery  with  defire ; 
Hark !  the  bright  enraptur'd  throng 
Catch,  and  raife  the  grateful  fong. 

7  O  ye  thrones  of  heavenly  light, 
Since  you're  fav'd  from  endlefs  nighty 
And  fince  we  are  rais'd  to  you, 

Let  us  frill  the  fong  purfue. 

XL. 

i    WHEN  God  would  prove  his  love, 

To  all  the  ruin'd  race, 

Defcending  from  above, 

As  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
Hejoin'd  our  nature  to  his  own, 
And  fav'd  us  in  himfelf  alone. 

2  The  work  he  well  perform'd 
In  love,  he  came  to  do, 
The  powers  of  hell  he  ftormM, 
And  drove  the  infernal  crew ; 


O'er 


t     S3     J 
O'er  death  itfelf  victorious-  role^ 
Triumphing  over  all  our  foes. 

3  Hail !  dear  almighty  King ! 
We  praife  thee  for  thy  grace, 
Thy  victories  we  fmg 
Thou  prince  of  life  and  peace  j 
To  thee  eternal  praife  is  due, 
Who  by  thyielf  mad'ffc  all  things  new. 

XLI. 

i   FATHER  -behold  us  here, 

According  to  thy  word  5 

To  worfhip  without  fear, 

Our  dear  redeeming  Lord  ; 
O  may  thy  light  and  truth  now  ftiine, 
To  warm  each  heart  with  love  divine* 

2  Drawn,  wholly  drawn  by  thee, 
To  Jefus  we  are  come  ; 

And  by  thy  teaching  we 

Perceive  our  work  is  done ; 
Through  which  a  title  we  obtain 
As  kings  and  prieits  with  thee  to  reign. 

3  We  blefs  thee,  God  of  peace, 
For  life  and  glory  given, 

To  us  and  all  the  race 

Cali'd  up  from  earth  to  heaven  j 

E  3  Haflen 


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Haflen,  great  God,  the  day  of  love. 
When  ev'ry  foul  this  grace  fliall  prove. 

XLII. 

Common  Metre. 

1  My  God,  fince  I  can  call  thee  mine, 

And  mine  thou  furely  art ; 
Why  fliould  I  ever  once  repine, 
In  language  or  in  heart. 

2  Alas  !  the  caufe  is  clearly  feen, 

From  whence  thefe  murm'rings  rife ; 
My  parents  fold  me  under  fin, 
How  deep  the  evil  lies  ! 

3  Within  my  members  there's  a  law 

That  wars  againfl:  my  mind, 
Which  ftrives  my  fpirit  ftill  to  draw 
From  thee,  the  good  and  kind. 

4  With  buffeting  my  foul  is  fore, 

But  this  is  Satan's  part ; 
The  thorn  within  the  fleili  ftill  more, 
Inflicts  the  poignant  fmart. 

5  Great  God -attend  thy  fuppliant's  pray'r, 

Whilft  I  for  fuccour  call ! 
And  pour  into  thy  fervant's  ear, 
The  word?  thou  fpak'ft  to  Paul, 

6  The 


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5  Then  In  thy  grace  fecure  I'll  reft, 
Twill  be  fufficient  found  ; 
'Till  caught  from  earth  to  heav'n  I'm  biefl, 
With  life  and  glory  crown'd. 

XLIII. 

Common  Metre. 

1   AlARE  !  'tis  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Speaks  to  his  chofen  few ; 
Tis  he  who  leads  the  wand' ring  blind, 
In  ways  they  could  not  know. 

'Tis  he  who  fays,  go  forth  my  friends, 

"  Proclaim  my  truth  to  all ; 
"  Inform  each  foul  my  grace  extends, 

"  As  wide  as  Adam's  fall. 

3  "  Tell  finners  of  the  deepeft  dye, 
"  That  they  might  life  obtain, 

"  I  chole  the  curfed  death  to  die, 
"  And  tafle  infernal  pain  ! 

4  "  What  though  my  ranfom'd  may  refufe, 
"  The  meiTage  to  receive  ; 

"  And  you  the  meiTengers  abufe,. 
"  Yet  Irill  I  came  to  fave. 

5  "  Yea,  fhould  the  tempter  Hill  prevail, 
"  To  biind  my  people's  eyes  j 

"  In  my  great  day  I'll  rend  the  vail, 
"  From  all  beneath  the  ikies. 

6  Then 


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(5  *  Then  ev'ry  eye  fhall  fee  the  grace, 
"  You  now  in  faith  declare ; 
"  And  I  myfelf  from  ev'ry  face, 
"  Will  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear." 

7  Lord,  we  believe  thy  facred  word, 
And  wait  the  glorious  day, 
When  ev'ry  foul  by  grace  reitor'd, 
Shall  walk  in  wifdom's  way. 


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HYMNS 

By  S  I  L  A  S    BALLOU, 


XLIV. 

Long    Metre. 

Gen.  iii.  14,  rje 

GOD,  in  pronouncing  of  the  curfe 
Upon  the  fubtle  ferpent's  head, 
Made  a  fair  promife  unto  us, 
Of  our  redemption  from  the  dead. 

Here  is  a.  promife  fure  indeed, 

Which  our  eternal  Father  made; 
par  he  de.clar'd  the  woman's  feed 
Should  bruife  thecurfed  ferpent's  head. 

This  feed  is  God's  immortal  Son, 
In  whom  his  promifes  were  made5 

Vnd  he  this  noble  work  hath  done, 
And  rais'd  the  nations  from  the  dead 


4  Here 


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6  Here  is  the  Father's  firft  difplay 
Of  our  falvation  from  the  dead, 
And  of  the  glorious  gofpel  day, 

Which  breaks  the  \icious  ferpent's  head. 

XLV. 

Long  Metre. 
God's   promife  to   Abraham  repeated  unto  Ifaac,  and 
again   unto   Jacob.      Gen.   v.i.    3-    Gea-  *xil-  i8' 
Gen.  xxvi.4.   Gen.  xxviii.  14. 

1  BEHOLD  to  what  a  vaft  extenfe, 

The  promife  of  falvatioi?  runs  -, 
Made  firm  in  Chrift,  a  fure  defence, 
For  Adam  and  his  num'rous  ions. 

2  Hoy/  oft  did  God,  by  GabrteFs  tongue, 

Repeat  the  promife  of  his  grace, 
Life  and  ialvationfure  and  ftrone;, 

Built  matchlefs  round  the  human  race. 

3  Thus  God  to  Abravi  firft  exprefs'd, 

And  by  a  facred  oath  replies, 
«  In  thee  (hall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd, 
«  With  all  her  numVous  families.5* 

4  Ifaac,  and  in  thy  feed  {bail  all 

The  nations  whi<  Pod» 

Be  bleft  for  Abram's  lake  they  rti'alL 
For  Abram's  fake,  a  type  of  God." 

5  Thu» 


•I     S9     1 

5  Thus  God's  immortal  tongue  replies*, 

"  Jccoby  in  thee  and  in  thy  feed, 
"  Shall  all  the  human  families, 

«  Or  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed," 

6  This  promis'd  feed  is  Chrijl  the  Lord,= 

Who  left  the  realms  of  high  renown ; 
Fulfill' d  his  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
And  brought  immortal  bleilings  down. 

XLVL 

Long  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  invriorfal  tcve  of  Chrlft  to  the  church, 
Iia.  xrtrx.   15,  16. 

1  JLi-IGH  on  a  throne,  forever  crown'd, 

J(fus  our  conilant  lover  reigns  •, 
His  love  extends  the  globe  around, 
And  evcriaiUngly  remains. 

2  The  raging  feas  may  cea'e  to  roar  \ 

The  earth  and  fkies  they  niay  remove  j 
The  fun  may  fet,  and  rife  no  more  ; 
But  Chrijl  can  never  ceafe  to  love ! 

3  A  mother  may  forfake  her  child, 

Forget  the  babe  and  prove  unkind  ; 
But  we  can  never  be  exil'd 

From  Ckpjl)  our  lover's  tender  mind. 

4  Fair,  on  the  palms  of  both  his  hand?, 

Our  glorious  image  {hall  be  found 

'Graven 


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'Graven,  where  fure  ialvation  /lands  ♦, 
Where  matchlefs  walls  are  built  around. 

5  Nothing  fhall  caufe  his  hand  to  break. 
His  promifes,  or  facred  vows  y' 
Nor  caufe  this  lover  to  forfake 
His  infinite  beloved  fpoufc. 

XLVII. 

Long    Metre. 
7be  office  of  thrift  foretold.     Ifa.  lxi.  i,  2,  3 . 

*   THE  Spirit  of  the  mighty  Lord, 

Saith  the  Redeemer,  is  on  me, 
And  I  am  come  to  preach  the  word 
Of  everlafting  liberty. 

•2  I  come  to  minifter  to  thee, 
Anointed  by  the  Holy  Ghofl:  * 
My  Father  he  commiffion'd  me 

To  feek  and  fave  that  which  was  loft. 

3  I  came  to  take  my  people's  part, 

And  break  the  bonds  of  flavery, 
And  bind  up  ev'ry  broken  heart, 
And  give  the  nations  liberty  : 

4  And  open  all  the  prifon  doors, 

And  free  the  captives  which  are  bound  5 
Put  heav'nly  balfam  to  their  fores, 
And  cleanfe  and  heal  up  ev'ry  wound. 


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5  As  they  might  all  be  called  trees 
Of  righteoufnefs?  on  ev'ry  ilde, 
That  th'  God  of  heav'n  and  earth  and  feas, 
Might  be  forever  glorified. 

XLVIII. 

Short  Metre. 
Whe  birth  of  Chrift.    Luke  ii.  7,  g,  9,  10,  n,  j-^ 

1  OH  ALL  mortal  tongues  be  dumb 

While  bleffings  crown  the  morn  ? 
The  Virgin's  hour  is  fully  come, 
Jefus  our  God  is  born. 

2  In  what  immortal  {trains, 

Did  angels  fing  aloud  j 
Thoufands  defcended  down  the  plains*, 
And  Gabriel  led  the  croud. 

3  O  !  mail  I  hold  my  breath  : 

Shall  filence  bind  my  tongue, 

If  angel's  fang  the  Saviour's  birth, 

And  Gabriel  tun'd  the  fong  ? 

4  The  mepherds  greatly  fear'd 

At  this  amazing  fight  j 
The  glory  of  the  Lord  appear'd 
In  beams  of  heav'nly  light, 


5  The 


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5  The  fhepherds  heard  a  voice, 

"  Fear  not,  I  bring  this  day 
"  Tidings  of  univerfal  joys, 
"  That  never  fhall  decay  : 

6  "  For  unto  you,  this  morn/' 

Said  Gabriel's  peaceful  tongue, 
"  A  Saviour,  Chriji  the  Lord  is  born, 
"  Eternal,  fure  and  ftrong. 

7  "  And  this  a  fign  (hall  be 
"  To  you,"  the  angel  faid, 

"  Go?  feek  the  child,  and  you  /hall  fee 
"  Him  in  a  manger  laid." 

8  And  foon  with  Gabriel  were 

A  grand  angelic  throng  ; 
Bright  cherubs  join'd  in  mufic  there? 
And  feraphs  join'd  the  fong? 

9  Glory  to  God,  and  then 

Peace  upon  earth,  they  fung ; 
Salvation  and  good  will  to  men? 
Echo'd  from  ev'ry  tongue. 


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XLIX. 

Long  Metre. 
Jhrift  the  bread  of  life.     John  vi.  33,  35,  $c}  5 1. 

1  am  the  bread  of  life,"  he  faid, 
"  And  he  that  makes  my  name  his  truft, 

hall  hunger  not  for  want  of  bread, 
Nor  feel  the  pains  of  fcorching  third." 

From  God's  eternal  boundlefs  ftore, 
This  bread  of  life  and  pleafures  came; 

freely  beftow'd  upon  the  poor  ; 
They  never  die  who  eat  the  fame, 

"  I  am  the  bread,  the  living  bread, 
"  Which  God  my  heavenly  Father  gives  J 
And  he  that  eats,  tho'  he  be  dead, 
"  His  foul  revives  again  and  lives. 

His  flefh  by  faith  is  meat  divine, 
It  feeds  the  foul,  but  never  cloys  5 

lis  blood  is  like  reviving  wine, 
Which  all  the  parching  thirft  deftroys. 


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LI. 

Short  Metre. 
Man's  redemption,  according  tethefcrlpfur^> 

1  1  HE  Son  for  us  was  bound, 
And  to  complete  the  plan. 

At  the  appointed  time  was  found 
In  fafhion  as  a  man. 

2  And  of  a  woman  made, 

Under  the  law  he  came, 
For  to  redeem  thofe  that  were  faid 
To  be  beneath  the  fame. 

3  In  order  to  fulfil 

The  work  which  he  defign'd, 
And  his  eternal  Father's  will, 
His  foul  to  death  refign'd- 

4  Awake  my  lawful  fword, 

Strict  juftice  gave  command/ 
And  fmite  my  fellow  faith  the  Lord5 
The  man  of  my  right  hand. 

5  It  pleas'd  the  mighty  God 

To  bruife  his  righteous  Son  *, 
To  facrifice  his  vital  blood 
For  follies  wc  had  done. 

6  The  expiating  Lamb 

Did  for  the  finner  ftand  ; 


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On  him  the  law  laid  all  its  claim  5 
He  paid  its  full  demand. 

8  He  paid  all  lawful  claims, 
For  he  was  Head  of  all  -, 
He  anfwer'd  for  the  num'rous  names 
Condem'd  in  Adams  fall. 

o  «  Tis  finifh'd,"  he  reply'd, 
When  he  the  work  had  done ; 
HebowM  his  head  to  death  and  dy'd, 
And  darknefs  veil'd  the  fun. 

10  Thus  he  fulfills  the  plan 
Which  he  engaged  in ; 
He  tafted  death  for  ev'ry  man, 
Aton'd  for  ev'ry  fin. 

1 1  When  Jefus  bow'd  his  head 
To  darknefs  death  and  woes, 
Then  all  the  human  race  were  dead, 
And  all  in  him  arofe  : 

12  For  by  one  man's  offence, 
All  were  condemn' d  and  dy'd ; 
So  by  one  man's  obedience, , 
All  men  were  juftify'd. 

1 3  Jefus  was  rais'd  to  reign 
At  the  right  hand  of  pow'r  ; 
To  never  tafte  of  death  again, 
And  we  can  die  no  more. 

F  t  14  T! 


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!4  The  Father  by  his  Chrif?, 

Gave  unto  every  one 
lA  Eternal  life,  which  is  compris'd 

In  his  eternal  fon'. 

15  If  Jefus  ftands  fecure, 
The  total  fum  is  thus  : 
We  are  as  fafe  as  he  is  fure, 
For  he's  the  life  of  us. 

LI. 

Long  Metre. 
1  Pet.  ii.  6.     Matt.  xvi.  18. 

1  CHRIST  is  the  corner  and  the  head, 

The  chief  and  fure  foundation  Hone, 
Which  God  himfelf  in  Sion  laid, 
To  build  his  houfe  or  church  upon. 

2  Cbrlft  builds  his  church  firm  on  the  rock, 

And  he's  the  rock  that  will  endure  ; 
If  hell  fhould  rag;e,  and  earth  fhonld  fhock, 
The  rock  is  fafe,  the  church  ftcure. 

3  This  fure  foundation  cannot  fail ; 

Satan  cannot  this  church  devour  ; 
Nor  hell  againft  his  church  prevail, 
For  her  defence  is  matchlefs  pow'r. 

4  What  reafon  have  the  fouls  to  fear, 

Who  view  their  ftanding  fo  fecure 

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From  ev'ry  harm  and  danger  clear  *, 
Firm  on  the  rock  of  ages  fure. 

Tho'  rain  defcends  and  winds  they  blow, 
And  billows  raife  and  beat  around ; 

This  church  they  ne'er  can  overthrow, 
Nor  itart  the  rock  or  folid  ground. 

Such  views  as  -thefe  revive  my  heart, 
And  ftay  the  wand'ring  of  defire  ; 

Make  all  my  flavilh  fears  depart, 
And  ev'ry  doubtful  thought  expire* 

LIL 

-Long  Metre. 
flat  Chrift  hath  done  is  the  Foundation  for  tur  Fakh 

THE  only  cure  for  flavifti  grief, 

Is  faith  in  God's  eternal  fon : 
The  only  ground  for  our  belief, 

Is  what  the  mighty  God  has  done. 

If  he  hath  not  redeemed  all ; 

Then  thofe  for  whom  he  did  not  die, 
If  they  believe  on  him  at  all, 

They  furely  will  believe  a  lie. 

If  there  be  fome  he  never  freed, 
And  they  indeed  believe  the  fame, 

Then  they  believe  the  truth  indeed, 
And  now  wherein  are  they  blame. 


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4  If  Jcfus  dy'd  but  for  a  part ; 

ffthofe  for  whom  he  fpilt  his  blood 
Believe  the  fame  with  all  their  heart, 
Their  faith  is  folid,  true  and  good'. 

5  If  God, did  reprobate  a  part, 

1 1  bofdly  teftify  to  you, 
If  they  believe  it  in  their  heart, 

Their  faith  is  good,  becaufe  tis  true. 

6  If  this  be  true,  I  afk  of  you, 

•And  for  an  anfwer  here  I  wait, 

Which  party  hath  the  trueft  faith  : 

rl  he  chofen  or  the  reprobate  ? 

Lift. 

Common  Metre. 
Rom.  xv.  io,  ii. 
ARISE  and  laud  the  reigning  lamb, 
Now  all  ye  earth  around  ; 
And  blefs  the  glorious,  great  I  AM, 
With  a  rejoicing  found. 

2  Lift  up  your  fongs  to  him  that  reigni 

In  glory  and  with  might ; 
Beyond  the  fair  angelic  plains, 
High  on  a  mount  of  light. 

3  Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  name, 

And  all  confpire  to  crown 


4 


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The  fov'reign  king,  the  reigning  lamb, 
The  God  of  high  renown. 

Ye  nations  all  commend  his  love, . 

That  dwell  on  earth  beneath  \ 
While  angels  tune  their  notes  above, 

And  faints  their  odours  breathe. 

5  While  they  with  pleafure  raife  their  fongs, 

And  magnify  his  name ; 
Let  us  employ  our  feeble  tongues 
To  imitate  the  fame. 

6  Altho*  we  dwell  in  tents  of  clay, 

The  day  it  rolls  along  ; 
When  we  (hall  foar  as  high  as  they, 
And  fing  as  fweet  a  fang. 

LlV. 

Short  Metre. 
Matth.xviii.  20. 

1  O  SHALL  we  pine  away, 

And  languiih  now  with  fear  % 
Becaufe  there  is  but  few  to-day 
That's  met  together  here  ? 

2  Let  us  be  not  afraid, 

Altho'  we  are  but  few, 
For  Jefus  hath  a  promife  made, 
Who  faithful  is,  and  true. 

Where 


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Where  two  or  three  are  met, 

In  mine  eternal  name, 
There  doth  my  facred  fpirit  fit, 

There  in  the  midir.  I  am. 

4  For  if  we  meet  in  love 

To  ferve  the  living  Lord, 
We  have  the  pure  aflifting  Dove, 
.  According  to  his  word. 

LV. 

Long  Metre, 
i  Tl;efT.  iv.  8.     Lukex.  16. 

1  15  OLD  is  the  man,  who  dares  to  curfe 

_  One  foui,  here  on  this  earthly  ball, 
Since  Jefus  dy'd  and  rofe  for  us, 
In  whom  God  juftify'd  us  all. 

2  He  that  condemns  one  foul  on  earth, 

He  doth  condemn  the  Lord's  eleft ; 
He  doth  condemn  himfelf  to  death, 
And  doth  thefon  of  God  reje<5L 

3  Since  Jefus  Chrift  contains  the  whole, 

In   whom  all  nations  are  one  •> 
He  that  condems  one  fingle  foul ; 
Condemn  Jehovah's  righteous  fon; 

\  The  man  that  doth  one  foul  defpife, 
Rejcfteth  God,  and  Chri/I  his  lamb ; 

The 


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The  Lord  afrefh  he  crucifies, 
And  puts  him  to  an  open  fhame. 

5  Chrift  is  our  head,  we  join  to  him, 

In  fuch  a  per  feci  unity, 
That  if  we  harm  the  fmallefl:  limb, 
We  do  the  whole  an. injury, 

6  With  Chrift  we  all  were  crucifyM, 

With  Jefus  Chrift  we  rofe  again, 
And  in  him  we  are  juftify'd, 

And  with  him  we  mall  live  and  reigru 

LVI. 

Long  Metre. 

The  Union  of  Chrift  and  bis  Ghurch.     i    Cor.  xi.  3. 
Cor.  xii.  12. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  Church  {p  clofely  join, 

There  can  be  no  reparation  made: 
In  matchlefs  union  they  combine, 
Firm  as  a  body  joins  an  head, " 

2  If  there  was  reparation  made, 
^  In  truth  I  boldly  teftify, 

To  part  the  body  from  the  head, 
The  head  and  body  both  muft  die. 

3  To  part  one  member  from  the  head, 

Then  Chr'ift  imperfefr  would  be  found  ; 

The 


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The  fep'rate  member,  loft  and  dead, 

And  ChriH  muft  bear  the  lofs  and  wound, 

4  Chrijl  is  the  head  of  ev'ry  one, 

To  whom  his  members  fitly  join  5 
Not  all  the  pow'rs  beneath  the  fun, 
Can  break  a  union  fo  divine, 

g  Therefore  this  union  is  fecure, 

As  long  as  Jejas  ftands  complete  5 
To  endlefs  ages  he'll  endure, 

A  perfect  man  from  head  to  feet, 

LVII. 

Common  Metre. 
7  be  Fruits  and  Benefit  of  Faith, 
\   FAITH  is  a  grace  of  God,   defign'd 
To  manifeft  our  peace  •, 
Tis  faith  that  frees  the  flavifh  mind, 
And  gives  the  confcience  eafe. 

1  This  faith  it  always  works  by  love-, 
And  purifies  the  heart ; 
It  bids  our  flavifti  fears  remove, 
And  they  in  hafte  depart. 

3  The  fruit  of  faith  is  perfect  love, 
And  love  it  cafteth  out 
Tormenting  fears,  and  they  remove, 
With  each  expiring  doubt, 


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4  This  faith  it  doth  the. heart  defend 
From  fears  that  would  abound  j 
It  (hews  falvation  doth  extend 
The  fpacious  earth  around. 

f  5  It  (hews  that  God  refpefleth  none, 
And  we  can  merit  nought ; 
It  mews  that  'Jefus  Chri/i  alone     , 
Hath  our  falvation  wrought. 

LVIIL 

Common  Metre, 
i  ThefT.  v.  9. 

1  IN  OT  unto  wrath  did  God  ordaia 

The  foul  of  any  one  ; 
Not  unto  wrath,  but  to  obtain 
Salvation  through  his  fon. 

2  If  this  is  what  he  firft  defign'd, 

He  (till  defigns  the  plan  ;  ^^a* 

For  nothing  ever  chang'd  his  mind, 
And  there  is  nothing  can. 

3  If  he's  a  God  that  changes  not, 

Then  we  are  all  fecure ; 
If  none  can  change  his  ancient  thought, 
We  have  falvation  fure. 

f-4  The  Father  chofe  us  in  his  Son, 
V  To  an  eternal  reft  5 

G  And 


L      /4     J 

'  wrote  the  names  of  ev'ry  one 
On  his  immortal  breaft. 

ited  us  to  have 

Soil  ; 

as  he  hac       --e    to'fave, 

So  fare  the  work  is  do;>e. 

6  Rejoice  ye  rations  of  the  earth, 
(  Eternal  life  is  ours  i 

-  of  heii,  or  grave,  or  death, 
And  aii  infernal  pow'rs. 

LIX. 

Common  metre. 
Eph.  ii.  ^. 

1  -UlD  not  Taxation  ftand  by  grace, 

O  !   what  a  raging  boaft 
Would  rife  among  the  human  race, 
In  which  nad  done  the  moft. 

2  Ea-h  calls  himfelf  the  moft  complete, 

Moft  holy  and  the  beft, 
And  fight  like  heroes  for  the  feat 
That  gave  the  fweeteft  reft. 

3  And  thus  the  ftrongeft  man  would  get 

The  beft  and  nobleft  feat 5 
And  all  the  feebler  fouls  muft  fit 
Beneath  the  noble's  feet. 


4  Sup* 


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4  Suppofing  this  to  be  the  cafe, 

Debates  would  never  ceafe, 
And  heav'n  would  be  a  jangling  place, 
And  not  a  place  of  peace. 

5  ButO!  by  grace  falvation  frands 

Through  God  the  Holy  Ghoft ; 
And  not  by  works  of  mortal  hands, 
X-eft  any  man  mould  boail. 

LX. 

Short  Metre. 

Chrift  our  Higb-Prieft  entered  in  the  holieft  of  alL— 
Heb.  ix.  12 — 24. 

I  NATIONS,  unite  your  fongs, 

Confpire  in  praife  to  crown 
Jefus  the  prieft,  to  whom  belongs 
All  glory  and  renown. 

%  While  we  were  dead  in  fin, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne; 
Being  to  us  fo  near  akin, 
His  blood  could  well  atone. 

3  He  came  to  our  relief  5 

He  rais'd  us  up  from  woe  ; 
AiTuagM  the  f  welling  feas  of  grief, 
And  laid  the  mountains  low. 

G2  4  He 


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4  He  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 

Defeated  all  his  plan  •, 
Made  null  his  bafe  agreement,  made 
With  ev'ry  mortal  man. 

5  He  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 

'Till  we  were  purify'd : 
Then  he  afcended  to  his  God, 
There  to  prefent  his  bride* 

6  All  nations  of  the  globe 

Stand  in  a  perfect  drefs, 
Before  the  Father  in  the  robe 
Of  Chri/Ps  own  righteoufnefs. 

LXI. 

Long  metre. 

For  the  meditation  ofthofe  who  fay  t  "  If  they  believed 
that  God  <voouldfa<ve  all  men,  they  nvoidd  go  on  ami 
do  all  the  e<vi!  they  could. ' ' 

1  XO  you  that  make  a  fhameful  brawl, 

Saying,  "  If  I  believed  fo, 
"  That  Jefus  Chrift  would  fave  us  all, 
"  My  feet  mould  fwift  to  evil  go." 

2  Does  faith  entice  a  man  to  fin  ? 

Does  love  create  an  evil  mind  ? 
Does  purity  make  him  unclean, 
Or  chanty  make  him  unkind  ? 

It 


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3  It  never  did,  nor  never  mall, 

For  well  I  know  it  never  can, 
And  you  may  read  the  fcriptures  all, 
And  ev'ry  page  denies  the  plan. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  makes  him  ceafe  from  fin ; 

'Tis  love  that  makes  a  quiet  mind  5 
'Tis  purity  that  makes  him  clean, 
And  charity  that  makes  him  kind. 

5  And  he  that  doth  true  faith  poffefs, 

All  thefe  his  heart  doth  entertain : 
Therefore  thy  words  are  foolifhnefs, 
And  all  fuch  arguments  are  vain* 

LXII. 

Common  metre. 
Another. 

i  OH  !  mall  we  treat  the  Saviour  thus  ? 

Shall  we  run  on  in  vice, 
Becaufe  he  hath  redeemed  us 

From  death  to  Paradife  ? 

2  He  lov'd  our  fouls  fo  dearly  well, 
He  freely  bore  the  curfe, 
And  travel'd  through  the  loweft.  hell, 
And  fpilt  his  foul  for  us. 

And  mall  we  thus  unthankful  prove  ? 
Shall  we  put  him  to  marxte  ? 


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Shall  we  defpife  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  trample  on  his  name  ? 

4  His  vital  ftreams  of  precious  blood 

Did  for  our  lins  atone  ; 
The  wine-prefs  of  the  wrath  of  God 
He  trod  for  us  alone. 

5  Shall  we  blafpheme  his  name  for  this  ? 

Shall  we  the  Lord  difown, 

And  mock  at  all  his  kindnefles, 

And  tender  mercies  ihown  ? 

6  Are  thefe  the  fruits  of  true  belief 

In  God's  eternal  Son, 
That  curfe  the  arm  that  gives  relief, 
And  mock  at  all  he's  done  ? 

LXIII. 

Long  Metre. 
Mat.  xix.  26 — John  vi.  4. 

1  JTlOW  can  a  man,  bound  faft  in  chains 
Of  gloomy  darknefs,  fear  and  pains, 
Break  out  and  come  unto-the  light, 
When  over-match'd  by  Satan's  might  ? 

2  None  but  the  arm  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Or  beamings  of  the  gofpel  rays  ; 

Or  virtue  of  the  gofpel  day, 
Can  take  the  gloomy  vail  away. 


4  Soon 


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3  Soon  as  the  light  fhinea  in  our  hearts, 
The  chains  are  broke,  the  vail  departs  -7 
There's  nothing  elfe  that  can  expel 
The  darknefs  and  the  troops  of  hell, 

4  No  man  comes  to  the  Son  of  God 
To  know  the  merits  of  his  blood, 
But  what  the  Father,  pure  and  ftrong, 
Unvails  their  hearts,  and  draws  along, 

5  'Tis  by  the  pure  immortal  Dove 

Of  heav'ly  light  and  matchlefs  love ; 
The  flames  of  love  and  heav'nly  light 
Confumes  all  darknefs,  wrath  and  fpite. 

LXIV. 

Common  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  men,  undertaking  to  make  profelytes^ 
Mat.  xxiji.  15.     Luke  xi.  39.     1  Cor.m.  15.  . 

1    SEE  the  proud  Pharifees  confpire 
With  zeal  and  felfifh  might  ; 
See  how  they  labour,  fweat  and  tire 
To  make  a  profelyte  : 

1  "When  they  pronounce  him  finifli'a  well. 
Each  part  completely  fair  \ 
He's  twice  as  much  the  child  of  hell 
As  his  converters  are : 

3  They  wafh  the  outfide  white  and  clean  -, 

But  never  cleanfe  the  heart*    ^ 

Nor 


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Nor  yield  him  peace,  nor  love  within, 
For  that's  beyond  their  art. 

4  They  fhut  the  kingdom  up,  alas  ( 

Againfl  the  race  of  man  j 
They  fuffer  not  themfelves  to  pafs, 
And  hinder  all  they  can. 

5  Woe  to  ye !  bafe,  diflembling  train  j 

To  ev'ry  whited  wall ; 
For  God  will  prove  your  projects  vain, 
And  difannul  them  all. 

6  They  mall  be  tryM  by  heav'nly  fire, 

And  ye  muft  fufFer  lofs ; 
Yourfelves  be  fav'd,  your  works  expire, 
And  ye  be  cleans'd  from  drofs. 

LXV.    * 

Long  Metre. 
We  are  comely,  through  the  comel'mefs  of  Chrirt. 

r   trOD  is  a  fpirit,  juft  and  wife, 
Unchanging  love,  for  ever  true; 

Jefus  is  comely  in  his  eyes, 
And  we  in  him  are  comely  too. 

j  God  views  our  fouls  completely  fair 

In  Jefus >  his  all-righteous  fon, 
As  he  is  holy,  fo  we  are, 

But  not  by  works  which  we  have  done. 

3  Nothing 


[     Si     ] 
5  Nothing  could  pleafe  the  righteous  God, 

But  what  was  done  by  Shrift,  his  Lamb ; 
No  off'ring  but  his  precious  blood, 

Could  take  away  our  guilt  and  fhame. 

d  The  Father,  God,  accepteth  none, 

B£t  the  juft  deeds  his  Chrift  hath  done  ; 
No  ofF'ring  could  for  fins  atone, 
But  the  one  ofF'ring  of  his  Son. 

5  When  Jefus  bow'd  his  lovely  head, 
He  for  the  fons  of  Adam  dy'd; 
And  when  he  rofe  up  from  the  dead, 
Ail  fouls  in  him  were  juftifyU 

LXVI. 

Ifa.  Hi.  7.— Gen.  xjix.   10.— John  viii.    56.— 
Lev.  xxv.  9.  &c. 


HOW  beautiful  thofe, 

With  feet  and  with  fhoes, 
Who  bring  us  glad  tidings 

Of  endiefs  repofe. 

2  How  beautiful  thefe, 
On  mountains  of  eafe, 

Promulgating  tidings 
Of  infinite  peace. 

3  How  fair  are  their  feet ; 
Their  tidings  how  fweet  5 

Salvation 


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Salvation  through  Jefus, 
A  Saviour  complete. 

4  The  Patriarchs,  they 
^  By  faith  did  furvey 

The  coming  of  Shiloh, 
And  long'd  for  the  day. 

5  The  monarchs  and  foers, 
They  faw  the  glad  years  ; 

They  fpake  of  the  Jubilee, 
And  now  it  appears. 

6  Through  Chrifl,  we  proclaim 
balvation  and  fame 

From  death  and  damnation, 
Hell,  forrow,  and  mame. 

7  Cbrtft  Jefus,  is  our 

Safe  rock,  and  ftrong  tow'r, 
In  fpite  of  the  Devil, 
And  all  hellifti  pow'r. 

8  Their  tidings  accord, 
"Who  bring  the  glad  word  ; 

Befeeching  the  nations 
To  truft  in  the  Lord. 

9  Now  thefe  are  the  train 
Whom  God  did  ordain 

To  publifli  the  Gofpel 
Of  him  that  was  flain. 


Io  They 


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10  They  preach  him  once  flain, 
And  rifen  again, 

For  juftification 

Of  Adam's  whole  train. 

1 1  They  boldly  proclaim 
Through  Jefus,  the  Lamb, 

Eternal  redemption, 
And  no  other  name. 

LXVII. 

Long  Metre. 

The  ahfurdity  in  calling  all  men  to  come  to  Chrift,  if  he 
bath  not  given  him/elf  a  ranfomfor  ally  Sec. 

I   AS  well  the  fons  of  Adam  may 

Deny  a  univerfal  fall, 
And  lie  no  worfe,  than  if  they  fay, 

"  Chrift  dy'd  for  part,  and  not  for  all.* 

*  The  chief  or  all  will  teftify, 

That  we  were  all  in  Adam  flain, 
And  yet  there's  thoufands  that  deny, 
That  Chrift  refWd  the  lofs  again. 

3  They  fay  he  never  dy'd  for  all, 

He  dy'd  for  part,  and  not  for  fome; 
And  yet  with  lifted  hands  they  call 
Saying,  «  Come  all  to  Jefus,  come." 

S  If  Jefus  died  not  for  fome, 
How  vain  and  how  abfurd  it  is 


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To  cry,  "  Come  all  to  Jefus,  corne," 
If  there  be  fome  that's  -none  of  his. 

5  This  is  a  bafe  ignoble  fcheme  ! 

A  piece  of  grand  abfurdity, 
And  he  that  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
Kis  month  is  fiil'd  with  mockery.  • 

6  How  falfe  and  fhipid  is  their  plan, 

Since  Chrijl  was  crucify'd  and  llain, 
And  tailed  death  for  ev'ry  man, 

And  ranfom'd  the  whole  earth  again. 

LXVIII. 

Common  Metre. 

God1 s  omnipotence,  and  man's  infirmity,  &c. 

1  1HE  God  that  walks  the  ftarry  hills, 

And  travels  e'er  the  leas  •, 
Rules  the  creation  as  he  wills, 
And  all  his  ways  are  peace. 

2  He  arch'd  the  dries,  and  form'd  the  lands,   | 

.3,  and  ev'ry  thing 
Are  held  up,  by  the  iov'reign  hands 
Of  the  Almighty  King. 

3  'When  the  eternal  Sovereign  ipeaks, 

The  mountains  they  are  hurl  d  ; 

The  flinty  rocks  his  thunder  breaks, 

And  fhakes  the  fpacious  world. 

4  Th 


[  ?;   _ 

4  The  earth  is  as  a  grain  ol  fand  ; 

So  are  the  lwelling  ieas ; 
Held  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand, 
He  rules  them  as  he  p leafe. 

5  Twas  he  that  fpread  th  -  abroad ; 

He  metes  them  with  a  fpan  ; 
He  is  the  Omnipotent  God, 

Then  Where's  the  pow'r  of  man  ? 

6  Man  can't  create  one  ag3 

Nor  form  cite  vital  brea:: 
The  dead  to  life  he  cannot  bring. 
Nor  fave  himfelf  froaa  a. 

7  Yet  fome  they  v  teii 

How  they  muft  Arive  and  run, 
Or  elie  they  can't  efcape  from  hell 
By  all  that  Cbr$  has  done. 

8  Thus  they  deny  the  Lord,  that  bought 

Them  with  his  vital  Wood  , 
Thus  they  by  antichrift  are  taught, 
But  cannot  change  our  God. 

lxi  ::. 

Advice  to  youth,  Sec. 
I    W  HILE  in  your  blooming  days, 

Brave  youth,  acuve  and  Fair  ; 
Forfake  your  evil  ways, 
And  walk  no  longer  there  j 

K  But 


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But  ferve  the  Lord 
With  fweet  accord, 
And  truft  in  his 
Eternal  word. 

2  Oh  !  leave  your  vain  delights, 
Come  leave  your  bafe  employs, 

For  Jefus  how  invites 

You,  with  a  charming  voice  ; 
«  O  come,"  (fays  he) 
"  Come,  tafte  and  fee 
"  How  fair  and  fweet 
«  My  favours  be." 

3  I  have  a  ftrong  defire 
To  fee  the  rifing  youth, 

From  evil  ways  retire, 

And  learn  the  ways  of  truth : 
Unfold  thy  rays 
Sweet  God  of  grace, 
Teach  them  to  walk. 
In  wifdom's  ways. 
•• 

4  Throughout  this  earth  around 
Great  God  infpire  their  tongues ; 

I  long  to  hear  the  found 
Of  univerfal  fongs ; 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
Both  old  and  young, 
I  long  to  hear 
Hofannas  fung. 


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LXX. 

Long  Metre. 

Our  believing  a  truth  does  not  create  a  truth,  nor  make 
a  truth  any  truer. 

1  If  there  was  not  a  Chrift  for  me 

'Till  I  believ'd  in  fuch  a  name, 
Then  my  belief  muft  furely  be 
The  fole  creator  of  the  Lamb. 

2  But  if  there  was  a  Chrijl  for  me, 

Ere  I  believ'd  in  fuch  a  name, 
Then  faith  creates  him  not,  I  fee, 
But  gives  me  knowledge  of  the  fame. 

3  If  faith  creates  the  great  I  AM, 

What  if  we  caft  our  faith  away, 
It  muft  annihilate  the  Lamb, 

That  holds  up  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  fea& 

4  If  Chrifi  pays  not  a  ranfom  dear, 

'Till  the  believing  of  his  bride, 
Then  our  belief  muft  be  the  fpear, 
And  often  pierce  his  tender  fide. 

5  But  if  he  paid  a  ranfom  dear, 

Ere  our  believing  minutes  came, 
Then  unbelief  muft  be  the  fpear, 

And  faith  gives  knowledge  of  the  fame. 

6  If  Chrift  piys  not  a  ranfom  dear, 

'Till  we  by  faith  the  lame  percieve, 

H  2  Theft 


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Then  he  mud  die  and  fuffer  hefe, 
As  oft  as  diif ' rent  men  believe. 

7  If  there  was  not  a  Chrift  for  you, 
Oh  !  man,  'till  your  believing  hour, 
Then  your  belief  hath  made  that  true, 
Which  was  untrue,  or  falfe  before. 

LXXI. 

Long  Metre. 

The  foul  calling  on  hfelf  to  behold  the  mercy  p/God,  and 
the  love  of  Chrift  in  fuffering  for  fins,  &c. 

i   x\pjSE  my  foul,  fing  and  proclaim, 

The  wend'rous  mercies  of  thy  God ; 
Thy  fure  falvation  through  the  Lamb, 
Thine  endlefs  ranfom  through  his  bloocL 

2^My  heart  awake,  my  tongue  prepare, 
And  all  my  faculties  agree ; 
Arife  my  foul,  fing  and  declare 

The  wond'rous  love  he  bears  to  thee 

3  Lift  up  thine  eyes,  my  foul,  and  fee 

His  dying  groans,  his  bleeding  veins, 
His  active  limbs  nail'd  to  the  tree  ; 
His  bloody  fweat  and  awful  pains. 

4  Now  let  my  foul  take  a  furvey, 

How  he  pour'd  out  his  vital  blood, 
And  wafh'd  thy  filthy  guilt  away, 
And  funk  the  hills  beneath  the  flood. 

5  He 


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r  He  waftYd  away  thy  filthy  ftain  ; 

He  bore  thy  fins,  my  foul,  for  thee ; 
He  dy'd  and  rofe,  and  rais'd  again 
Thy  fallen  itate  of  mifery. 

$  Now  he  has  rais'd  my  foul  again 
From  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead ; 
From  bondage,  darknefs,  fear  and  pain, 
And  treach'rous  mares  which  Satan  laid. 

7  Not  I  alone,  for  yet  I  fee 

In  Chrijl  our  head,  the  glorious  Lamb, 
Our  Father's  whole  poflerity, 
Bleft  with  the  bleffing  that  I  am. 

S  Bleft  with  redemption,  ftrong  and  fure, 
Tho'  Vis  to  many  yet  unknown  ; 
Yet  there  they  ftand  firm  and  fecure, 
Firm  as  our  heav'nly  Father's  throne. 

LXXII. 

Common  Metre. 
Job  xxxv.  7,  8. 

1  GOOD  works  that  have  their  proper  place, 

Are  not  to  be  defpis'd  ; 
But  works  that  ftand  inftead  of  grace, 
Oppofe  the  blood  of  Chrift. 

1  Our  goodnefs  can't  extend  to  Godr 
Who  can  we  profit  then  ? 

H  3  Why 


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Why  we  may  do  his  creatures  good, 
Or  help  the  fons  of  men. 

3  Herein  we  may  the  Lord  adore 

In  works  of  righteoufnefs  j 
Vifit  the  ii  ck,  relieve  the  poor, 
And  feed  the  fatherlefs. 

4  Let  not  our  feet  attempt  to  go, 

And  charge  the  Lord  for  this, 
Tis  but  the  fervice  that  we  owe, 
And  reafonable  'tis. 

5  Give  ev'ry  work  its  proper  ground, 

For  they  muft  all  expire, 
That's  in  the  place  of  Jefus  found, 
And  burnt  wi:h  heav'nly  fire. 

LXXIII. 

Short  Metre. 
i  Tim.  i.  j  j.     Matt.  ix.  12.     Rom.xi.  32. 

1  ALAS  !   why  mould  I  be 

So  vain  as  to  condemn 
The  rileft  Tinners  that  I  fee, 
Since  lam  one  of  them. 

2  For  fuch  the  Son  of  God, 

For  fuch  was  crucify' d, 
For  fuch  alone  he  fpilt  his  blood, 
For  none  but  fuch  he  dyU 


3  The 


[     9«     3 

3  The  whole  they  needed  not 
Any  phyfician  lure, 

But  Jefus  Chrifi  for  finners  wrought 
An  everlaffing  cure. 

4  God  did  conclude  the  whole 
In  fin  through  Adam's  fall, 

That  his  almighty  arm  might  roll 
His  mercy  over  all. 

5  This  is  a  faithful  word. 
Worthy  of  our  belief, 

"  For  finners  dy'd  the  blefTed  Lord, 
"  Of  whom  I  now  am  chief." 

6  Could  ev'ry  creature  fee 
Themfelves  the  chiefeft,  then 

There  would  not  be  oue  Pharifee 
Amongit  the  fons  of  men. 

7  I  hate  the  word,  "  Hand  by, 

"  And  come  not  nigh  me  now, 
"  Thou  art  a  publican,  and  I 
Am  holier  than  thou." 

8  How  apt  we  mortals  are 
To  count  ourfelves  the  belt- ; 

This  tempts  the  fimple  to  defpair, 
And  breaks  their  prefent  reft. 


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LXXIV. 

Common  Metre. 

Adam  the  figure  of  Chrift,  or  the  eqiial&p  oftbet^t^ 
and  the  antitype. 

1  xF  he  a  type  of  Chrift  was  made, 

'Tis  reafon  to  fuppofe, 
Wide  as  the  condemnation  fpread, 
The  blood  of  Jefus  flows. 

2  A  perfect  vefTel,  and  its  mold, 

How  jointly  they  agree  j 
The  type  and  antitype  they  hold, 
As  full  equality. 

3  'Tis  flupid  folly,  to  pretend 

He  was  a  type  of  him, 
Except  the  ranfom  doth  extend 
To  ev'ry  human  limb. 

4  Adarriy  the  type  whom  Satan  hurPdj 

Contained  all  our  hod ; 
The  antitype  redeem'd  the  world, 
And  fav'd  that  which  was  loJL 

LXXV. 

Common  Metre. 
John  iii.  3. — Eph.  ii.  14. 

I   XI AD  not  a  man  been  born  again. 
Where  mould  we  all  have  been, 


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The  kingdom  of  eternal  reign 
Our  eyes  had  never  feeij. 

i  Betwixt  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew, 

There's  no  partition-wall, 
And  both  are  equal  members  too 

Of  Chrijly  the  head  of  all. 

5  If  Chrljl  our  head,  was  born  again 
From  the  dark  womb  of  death, 

And  we  yet  ftill  unborn  remain, 
He  had  but  half  a  birth. 

\  If  Chrljl  fep'rate  from  us  did  rife, 

It  truly  may  be  faid, 
That  he  without  a  body  lies, 
And  we  without  a  head. 

j  But  Chrifi,  the  whole  creation's  head3 

Was  born  again  from  death, 
His  refur recYion  from  the  dead, 
Was  ev'ry  member's  birth. 

5  When  great  Jehovah  rais'd  his  SoHj, 

His  angel  did  pronounce, 
Both  Jew  and  Gentile  to  be  one, 
A  nation  born  at  once. 

J7'  Many  may  marvel  much  at  this, 
As  Nicodemus  did ; 
But  fo  the  church's  union  is 
To  their  eternal  Head. 


LXXVI 


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LXXVI. 

Common  Metre. 
The  human  affinity  of  Chrift  and  the  people., 

1  THUS  faith  the  fiift  eleft  of  God, 

(The  holy  juft  and  true) 
"  In  ev'ry  human  nation's  blood, 
"  My  garments  I'll  imbrue." 

2  Our  heav'nly  Father  fent.his  Soa 

To  fuffer  in  our  ftead ; 
Not  with  an  angel's  nature  on, 
But  drefs'd  in  Abrairis  feed. 

3  Eternal  Wifdom  drew  the  plan, 

As  he  might  bear  our  fin  ; 
Made  him  in  fafhion  as  a  man, 
To  ev'ry  man  akin. 

4  When  he  was  naiFd  fail  to  the  wood, 

Out  of  his  human  fide 
Ran  ftreams  akin  to  all  our  blood, 
And  all  his  garments  dy'd. 

5  When  he  the  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  Son, 

On  earth  took  his  abode, 
He  put  the  finful  people  on, 
And  bore  the  painful  load. 

6  Jefits  was  made  the  people's  head, 

Akin  to  ev'ry  limb, 

And 


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And  then  the  law  in  juftice  laid 
Ies  whole  demands  on  him. 

LXXVII. 

Common  Metre. 
Pfalm  xlvi.  4. 

1  xlOW  wholefome  are  the  ftreams  that  roll 

Frcra  the  redeeming  Lamb  ; 
"What  peace  and  comfort  to  the  foul, 
That  feels  and  tafles  the  fame. 

2  This  heals  the  fick,  confirms  the  fad, 

Their  fears  and  doubts  expel ; 

Tis  this  that  makes  the  city  glad, 

Where  God  delights  to  dwell. 

3  This  will  give  ears  unto  the  deaf, 

And  eyes  unto  the  blind  ; 
This  will  afluage  the  ieas  of  grief, 
The  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  This  will  confirm  the  feeble  knees, 

And  make  the  dumb  to  fmg 
Hofaona  to  the  Prince  of  peace, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

LXXVII. 


L    9*     ] 
LXXVIII. 
Long  Metre. 
Awake,  put  on  courage,  in  hope  of  eternal  glory. 

i  xlWAKE  now  ev'ry  drowfy  mind, 

Bid  ev'ry  doubtful  thought  be  gone  ; 
Cait  ev'ry  wand'ring  thought  behind, 
And  put  undaunted  courage  on. 

2  See  how  the  years  they  roll  away ; 

Dear  faints  the  day  will  foon  appear, 
When  we  mall  leave  thefe  tents  of  clay, 
And  fly  from  each  diffracting  care. 

3  Adieu  tc  all  thefe  mortal  things, 

To  all  thefe  trifling  earthly  toys, 
Fly  up  the  hills  on  heav'nly  wings  ; 
The  hills  of  ever  lading  joys. 

4  To  dwell  with  Chrjjly  our  heav'nly  King, 

The  round  of  one  eternal  day, 

And  hear  the- notes  that  angels  fing, 

And  ilng  as  fair  a  note  as  they. 

5  No  more  to  grieve,  no  more  to  figh  ; 

No  more  a  mournful  face  appear  •, 
From  ev'ry  face  and  mourning  eye, 
Jefus  will  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear. 

6  Through  all  the  mining  courts  of  fame, 

Perpetual  ftreams.  of  pleafure  glide 

From 


C'97    ] 
From  the  rich  fountain  of  the  Lamb  j 
What  can  we  alk  or  wifh  befide  ? 

7  There  we  mall  fee  him  face  to  face, 
Forever  fmiling  on  his  queen, 
And  we,  the  fav'rites  of  his  grace, 
Shall  drink  immortal  pleafures  in. 


HYMNS 


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HYMNS 

From  ELHANAN  WINCHESTERS 
COLLECTION. 

LXXIX. 

Long  Metre. 

1  -UlD  our  Immanuel  die  for  us, 

To  fave  fuch  poor  rebellious  men  ? 
Did  he  difplay  his  pity  thus, 

That  we  might  come  to  God  again  ? 

2  All  human  language  wants  a  name, 

For  this  unfathom'd  wond'rous  lovej 
This  pure  immortal  fervent  flame, 
Sprang  only  from  the  God  above. 

3  What  can  we  add  ?  our  fpeech  is  faint ; 

We  fink  beneath  the  pond'rous  load  : 
This  love  no  eloquence  can  paint ; 
Tis  grand  !  'tis  worthy  of  a  God ! 

4  Cerwhelm'd  with  this  aby'fs  of  love, 

We  Hand  aitonilh'd  at  the  grace, 

That 


C    99    ] 

That  brought  the  Saviour  from  above. 
To  die  for  all  the  fallen  race ! 

5  Did  our  Immatmel  die  for  us  ! 

What  more  can  be  by  founds  exprefl  ? 
For  finners  Chrijl  was  made  a  curfe ; 
Eternity  muft  tell  the  reft. 

LXXX. 

Common  Metre. 

1  WHILE  fhepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 

All  feated  on  the  ground,  [night 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  fhone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  faid  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  mind :) 
u  Glad  tidings  of  gread  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

£  "  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day 
"  Is  born  of  DavicTs  line, 
c  A  Saviour,  who  is  Chrijl  the  Lord, 
«  And  this  fliall  be  the  %n ; 

4  «  The  heav'nly  babe  ye  there  fhall  find 
"  To  human  view  difplay'd, 
u  All  meanly  wrapt  in  fwathing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

I  2  5  Thuj 


[       TOO      ] 

5  Thus  fpqke  the  feraph  jv^nd  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  mining  throng 
Of  angels  praifing  God,  and  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  heav'nly  fong  j 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high  j 

"  And  on  the  earth  be  peace ; 
u  Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  man 
"  Begin  and  never  ceafe." 

LXXXI. 

Common  Metre. 
The  name  of  Jefus. 

t  How  fweet  the  name  of  Jefus  founds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ? 
It  fooths  his  forrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  fpirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  bread ; 
Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  foul, 
And  to  the  weary  reft. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  fhield  and  hiding-place  •, 
My  never-failing  treas'ry  fili'd 
With  boundfefs  ftores  of  grace. 

; 

4  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Altho'  with  fin  defil'd ; 

Satam 


[    ioi    1 

Satan  accufes  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

c  Jefus !  my  fhepherd,  hufband,  friend, 
My  prophet,  prieft  and  king ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praife  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmeft  thought ; 
But  when  I  fee  thee  as  thou  art 
I'll  praife  thee  as  I  ought ! 

7  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  mufic  of  thy  name 
Refrefh  my  foul  in  death. 

LXXXII. 

i  BEHOLD  !  the  bright  morning  appears, 

And  Jefus  revives  from  the  grave  $ 
His  rifmg  removes  all  our  fears, 

And  mews  him  almighty  to  fave. 
How  ftrong  were  his  tears  and  his  cries  I 

The  worth  of  his  blood  how  divine  ! 
How  perfect  his  facrifice  is, 

Who  rofe,  tho'  he fuffer'd for  fin! 

2  The  man  who  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
The  man  who  on  Calvary  dy'd, 

1 1  The 


C       102      ] 

The  man  who  bore  fcourging  and  fcorns, 
Whom  Tinners  agreed  to  deride ; 

Now  blefled  forever  is  made, 
And  life  has  rewarded  his.  pain  ; 

Now  glory  has  crowned  his  head, 

Heav'n  fmgs  of  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

3  Believing  we  mare  in  his  joy ; 

By  faith  we  partake  of  his  reft ; 
With  this  we  can  chearfully  die ; 

For  with  him  we  hope  to  be  bleft. 
This  makes  us  regardlefs  of  fame, 

And  riches  and  honours  defpife ; 
We  fuffer  for  Jefus's  name, 

That  dying  with  him  we  may  rife. 

Lxxxirr. 
i  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  king, 

Your  God  and  king  adore ; 
Morals  give  thanks  and  fing, 

Andtriumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  9 
Rejoice  !    again  I  fay,  Rejoice  ! 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  ftains, 

He  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts^lift  up  your  voice ; 

Rejoice  !  again  I  fay,  Rejoice  ! 

3  His 


C    i°3    ] 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, lift  up  your  voice  5 

Rejoice !  again  I  fay,  Rejoice  ! 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right  hand, 

'Till  all  his  foes  iubmit, 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 

Rejoice !  again  I  fay.  Rejoice  I 

5  He  all  our  foes  (hall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  fins  deft roy  ; 
And  ev'ry  bofom  fwell   . 

With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice : 

Rejoice  !  again  I  fay,  Rejoice  ! 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jcfus  the  judge  fh.aU  come, 
And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
"We  foon  mail  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
•  The  trump  of  God  fbstll  found,  Rejoice. 

LXXXtV" 


1 


I   104  3 

LXXXIV. 

Common  Metre. 
Mercy  comes  to  the  miferable, 

1  C/AN  we  behold  without  amaze 

Our  dear  Redeemer's  love  ? 
Moft  marvellous  are  all  his  ways  ! 
His  goodnefs  fhines  above. 

1  To  mortal  worms  he  mews  his  grace, 
And  makes  his  mercies  known  \ 
On  us  the  glories  of  his  face 
Moil  wond'roufly  have  flione. 

3  'Tis  of  his  mercy  that  we  live, 

And  favours  thus  poflefs; 

"Hs  mercy  freely  doth  us  give 

The  gift  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Mercy  doth  to  the  worth lefs  come, 

Or  we  could  not  receive  \ 
In  th£  Redeemer  there  is  room 
For  finners  who  believe. 

5  Mercy  refpe&s  mere  wretchednefs, 

And  perfect  mifery  ; 
Chrift  hVd,  dy'd,  rofe,  poor  man  to  blefs, 
And  fet  the  helplefs  free. 


LXXXV,* 


[     105     "J 
LXXXV. 

1  COME,  thou  almighty  king, 

Help  us  thy  name  to  fing, 
Help  us  to  praife  ! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious,. 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  clays. 

2  Jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 

Scatter  our  enemies, 
And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fare  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd : 
Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 

Gird  on  thy  mighty  fword, 
Oar  pray'r  attend  ! 
Come !  and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  give  thy  word  fuccefs  -9 
Spirit  of  Holinefs 
Oa  us  defcend ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 

Thy  facred  witnefs  bear 
In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 


[     io6    ] 

And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  pow'r ! 

$  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
Eternal  praiies  be, 
Hence — evermore!   * 
His  fov'reign  majefly 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore. 

,   LXXXVI. 
Long  Metre. 

i    YE  nations  hear,  'tis  Heav'n  doth  call ; 

Ye  kings,  ye  (laves,  of  ev'ry  tongue, 
Give  ear ;  the  theme  concerns  you  all ; 
The  great  falvation  is  my  fong. 

2  'Tis  not  for  this  or  t'other  realm, 

'Tis  no  fuch  mean  contracted  fchcme : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  adopt  the  Pfalm, 
The  common  fafety  is  my  theme. 

3  The  grand  deliv'rance  then  difplay'd, 

By  God's  dear  Son,  the  prince  of  peace, 
When  rifing  from  the  grave,  he  faid 
To  his  elev'n,  with  lips  of  grace. 

4  "  Ye  fee  I  live,  who  once  was  (lain : 

"  Tell  all  the  world  the  gladfome  news, 

«  That 


C     107    ] 
"  That  God  is  love,  and  loves  all  men, 
"  Barbarians,  Greeks,  as  well  as  Jew*, 

'  "  In  deferts,  towns,  to  ev'ry  kind, 
y  O'er  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  plain, 

"  Tell  my  falvation's  not  confin'd 
"  To  any  rank  or  fort  of  men. 

>  "  Speak  boldly  in  my  name  to  all ; 

"  My  word  with  equal  force  prevails 
"  On  wife,  on  fools,  on  great,  on  fmall ; 

"  The  mountains  level,  raife  the  vales. 

Regard  not  how  the  news  will  pleafe 
"  The  fons  of  pride,  who  make  their  boaft 
"Of  wifdom,  wealth,  and  worldly  eafe ; 
"  Nor  think  your  labour  will  be  loft. 

"  Dream  not  in  all  th*  apoftate  race 
"  A  well-difpofed  heart  to  find, 
u  To  welcome,  or  improve  my  grace  ; 
"  Hope  nothing  from  the  human  mind. 

"  The  great  reward  of  all  my  pain 
"  Stands  not  on  fuch  precarious  ground  5 
"  Or  not  one  foul  would  life  obtain, 
"  And  all  my  pangs  be  fruitlefs  found. 

0  «  He  that  furveys  the  heart  of  man, 
"  Who  teftifies  'tis  only  ill, 
Would  ne'er  have  form'd  this  faving  plaa 
"  On  ought  depending  on  his  will : 
*  "Yet 


( 


[     io8     ] 
x  i   "  Yet  God  in  mercy  purpos'd  hath, 

("  And  God's  lalvation  ftandeth  fure,) 
«  To  fyte    all  nation  ■ ;  .and  my  death 
«  J  le  their  bieiTednefs  fecure. 

12  "  All  my  redeem' d  lure  mercies  boaft, 

"  For  fo  his  mil  that  lent  me  is, 
4  Th  he  gave  me  be  not  loft, 

«  But  ^o  endlefs  bills."  . 

13  The  grace  of  God  in  Jefus  fhewn, 
l\L4\  fure  lalvation  brings  along, 

«  Sal  our  God  alone," 

Of  ev'ry  tribe  fhall  be  the  fong. 

14  Is  any  heart  fo  black,  fo  foul, 
K  .  Excluded  here  I  'tis  iurely  mine ; 
But  who's  that  narrow-hearted  foul 
God's  common  fafety  dares  confine  ? 

'15  Who  dares  confine  it  unto  them 

Whoboaft  a  will  diipos'dt'  embrace? 
Who  boaft  a  mind  of  better  frame, 
T  improve  the  influence  of  his  grace  ? 

56  Who  can  by  merit  God  prevent  ? 

Let  him  ftand  forth  for  recompdnce  5 
But,  Lord,  to  me  for  ever  grant 
Preventing  grace  as  my  defence. 

17  Be  that  redemj  rion  mine  I  pray, 
Which  guilty  men  m  Jefus  fee; 

4      "  That; 


[     io9    5 

That,  with  the  whole  redeem'd,  I  may 
The  praife  of  all  afcribe  to  thee. 

LXXXVII. 

1  He  dies!  the  friend  of  finners  dies ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ! 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  ikies  ! 

A  fudden  trembling  fhakes  the  ground ! 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  I 
He  fried  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 

2  Come,  finners,  view  your  Saviour  dead  ♦, 

And  weep  around  his  lonely  tomb  ! 
Your  hope,  your  joy,  your  all  is  fled, 

For  ah  !  your  champion's  overcome  ! 
A  conflict  with  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

Your  Saviour  did  for  you  fuftain ; 
He  nobly  fought,  but  ah  !  he  fell ! 

Break,  hearts  of  flint !  the  Lamb  is  {lain ! 

3  Here's  love,  and  grief,  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 

Jefusy  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rifmg  God  forfakes  the  tomb; 

(The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rife) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  Ihout  him  welcome  lo  the  fkies  I 

K  4  Break 


r  'no  ] 

$.  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  deliv'fer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  rnonfter  death  in  chains  ; 
Say ;  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave !" 
Then  aflc  the  rnonfter — «  Where's  thy  fling  ? 

f<  And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boafting  grave  ?'" 


LXXXVIII, 

1  KJ  Ail  loving  Lamb, 
A  finner  I  am, 

And  come  as  a  finner  thy  mercy  to  claim. 

2  With  joy  I  embrace 
The  pardon  and  grace 

Thy  paiiion  hath  purchas'dfor  all  the  loft  race, 

3  For  finners  like  me 
Thy  mercy  is  free  5 

O,  who  would  not  love  fuch  a  Saviour  as  thee ? 

4  Yet  long  I  withftood 
And  fled  from  my  Go  J, 

But  mercy  purfu'  1  with  the  cry  of  thy  blood! 

5  It  challenged  its  ftra$r, 
And  forc'd  me  to  ft  ay, 

And  wafh'd  all  rny  fins  in  a  moment  away. 

6  I 


6  I  felt  it  apply'd,  \nWdl 
And  joyfully  cry'd,  ^dy  d . 

Me,  me  Aouhaft  lov'd,  and  for  me  thou  ha, 

7  How  mighty  thou  art, 
'         O  love,  to  convert ! 

Love  only  could  conquer  fo  ftubborn  an  he 

8  The  love  of  God-man 
Alone  could  conftrain 

So  ftufdy  a  rebel  to  love  thee  agaifc 

o  But  fure  at  the  laft 
Thv  goodnefs  I  taite  •, 
My  foul  on  thy  goodnefs  delighted  I  call. 

io  Thy  goodnefs  I'll  pralfe, 
I'll  fing  of  thy  grace, 
And  joyfully  live  out  my  tew  nappy  da}S> 

1 1   And  when  thy  dear  love 
Me  hence  mail  remove, 
O  then  I  (hall  fing  like  the  ange.s  above. 

12  Yet  there  when  I  am, 

My  work  is  the  fain*,  ^ 

T afcribe  my  falvation  to  God  and  tne  Lamb, 

fo  Salvation  to  God,  . 

3  I'll  publifh  abroad,  Lbl°^ 

And  make  Heav'n  ring  with  the  cry  of  tt 

K  2  *4  T 


C      112      ] 

14  Tm  Lamb  that  was  flain, 
\\k  liveth  again, 
And  Ifith  my  Jefus  for  ever  mall  reign. 

/  LXXXIX. 

Long  metre. 
For  the  Lord's  Supper. 

1  WHAT  heav'nly  Man,  or  lovely  God,   % 

Comes  marching  downward  from  t!&  ikies, 

■J?/  u  m  garm? nts  roli'd  in  b]ood, 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

2  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour!  yes,  Vis  he, 

I  know  him  by  the  fmiles  he  wears  • 
Dear  glorious  Man  that  dy'd  for  me, 
Drench'd  deep  in  agonies  and  tears.    .  • 

3  Lo,  he  reveals  his  mining  breaft ! 

I  own  thofe  wounds,  and  I  adoije  • 
Lo,  he  prepares  a  royal  feaft, 

Sweet  fruit  of  the  marp  pangs  he  bore ! 

4  Whence  flow  thefe  favours  fo  divine  ? 

LORD  !  why  ib  lavifh  of  thy  blood  ? 
Why  for  fuch  earthly  fouls  as  mine, 
This  heavily  flem,  this  facred  food  ? 

;  'Twashis  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 
lhat  naii'd  him  to  the  curled  tree; 

Twas 


I    H3     J 


Twashis  own  love  this  table  fpread. 
For  fuch  unworthy  worms  as  we. 

A  Then  let  us  tafte  the  Saviour's  love. 

Come  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  Lord; 
■    wSgladconWtoarlips  mall  move 
*  Inlfweet  Hofanna's  crown  the  board, 

XC.     . 

Common  Metre, 

'    Redeemingh've- 

i  COME  heavnly  love,  infpire  my  fong, 

\\r;fh  thv  immortal  flame  ; 
wfeacUy  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue, 

The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

.The  Saviour  lO^hatendlefs  charms 
Dwellintheblifsfuliound! 
Its  influence  ev'ryfear  difarms, 
And  fpreads  fweet  comfort  towd* 

o  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 
In  rich  effufion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  loft  m  1ib,    <      , 
Anddoom'dtoev^i^-:  '■'^ 

4  God's  only  fon,.(ftupenCo,: 
Y orfook  his  throne  aoove. 
And  fwift  to  fave  our  wre^c^a  race, 
He  flew  on  wings  of  love,  , 


r    rr4    ] 

5  IV  almighty  former  of  the  (Lies, 

^toop'd  t(  ,  ;  abode  5 

Dgels  view'd  with  wondW  eves 
Aaidfail'dth'  incarnate  God.     ™    ' 

6  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  'divine  J 

Of  blifs,  a  boundlefs  ftore : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine. 
I  cannot  wilh  for  more. 

7  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  crofs  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  facrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

XCL 

Short  metre. 
Chrijlan  Love. 

a  L.ET  party  names  no  more  > 

The  chriftian  world  o'erfpreac! ; 

Gentle  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free 
Are  one  in  Chrift  their  head. 

2  Among  the  faints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  j 
Heirs  of  the  fame  inheritance, 

With  mutual  bleffings  crown'd. 

!  Let  envy  and  ill-will 
Be  baniih'd f ar  away; 

Thofc 


Thofe  mould  in  ftritteft  friendfhip  dwell, 
Who  the  lame  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 
Referable  that  above, 
Where  ftreams  of  pleafure  ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

XCII.  ' 

It  is  finifhed. 
!   "  'TlS  flnifh'd"  the  Redeemer  faid, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head, 

Whilft  wc  this  fentence  fcan. 
Come,  fmners,  and  obferye  the  word, 
Behold  theconquefts  of  the  Lord, 
Complete  for  helplefs  man. 

2  Fmifh'd  the  righteoufnefs  of  grace, 

.      Finim'd  for  fmners  pard'ning  peace  j 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid  : 

Accufmg  law  cane  ell' d  by  blood, 

And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 

In  fweet  oblivion  laid. 

.  Who  now  mall  urge  a  fecond  claim  ? 
The  lav/  no  longer  can  condemn, 
Faith  a  refcafe-  can  mew  : 


&1&I 


[     »6     ] 
Jufhce  itfelf  a  friend  appears, 
The  priibn-houfe  a  whifper  hears 
"  Loofe  him  and  let  him  go."  * 

4  O  unbelief,  injurious  bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitlefs  fear, 

Why  dolt  thou  yet  reply  ? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall 
*  Tis  finifh'd,''  /till  may  anfwer  ^i 
And  filence  ev'ry  cry. 

'  His  toil  divinely  finifiVd  Hands, 
But  ah  !  the  praife  his  work  demands, 

Careful  may  we  attend  ! 
Conclufion  to  our  fouls  be  this, 
Becaule  falvation  fini/h'dis, 
Our  thanks  /hall  never  end. 

xcnr. 

L/HRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  fay  [ 
Raife  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  htav'ns,  and  earth  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo !  our  fen's  eclipfe  is  o'er. 
L.o !  he  fits  in  blood  no  more. 

q  This 


[     H7  •] 

L  Vain  the  ftonc,  the  watch,  the  fed, 
Chrift  hath  burft  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rife, 
Chrift  hath  open'd  paradik. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king,        j 
•Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  Iting  * 
Once  he  dy'd  our  fouls  to  fave) 
^here's  thy  viftory,  O  grave; 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Chrift  hath  led, 
'  Foll'wing  our  exalted  head  $ 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rile. 
Ours  the  crofs,  the  grave  the  flaes. 

6  What  tho'  once  we  perifh'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents  fall } 
Scconi  life  we  ail  receive, 

In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n? 
Praife  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n ! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now. 
Hail  the  refurre&ion—thou  ! 

i  King  of  glory  1  foul  of  bins  J 
Everlafting  life  is  this-— 
Thee  to  know— thy  pow'r  to  prove, 
Thus  to  fiog,  and  thus  to  love. 


L    us   ] 


HYMNS 

By    M^.    SE  GRAVE. 
xciv. 

Long  Metre. 
At  the  meeting  of  convention. 

t  NOW  we  are  met  from  difPrent  parts ; 

May  heav'nly  love  infpire  our  hearts  ; 
♦  May  all  we  do  be  done  in  love, 
Like  thofe  that  meet  to  praife  above. 

I  May  this  a  ftriking  emblem  be, 
Of  that  great  meeting,  all  muft  fee: 
Where  heav'nly  Jove  tunes  ev'ry  chord. 
In  loud  hofannas  to  the  Lord. 

;  Be  with  us,  Jefus,  while  we  flay, 
And  guide  us  when  we  praife  or  pray; 
In  all  we  do,  may  we  proclaim, 
The  praife  and  glory  of  thy  name. 


xcv. 


[     "9     1 

xcv. 

Short  Metre. 
Parting  of  the  convention. 

i   DEAR  Lord  !  we  now  mufl  part, 

A  parting  bleiTing  give, 
With  thy  rich  love  fill  ev'ry  heart. 
That  we  in  love  may  live. 

2  And  tho'  we're  far  away, 

May  we  united  be, 
And  for  each  other  daily  pray, 
That  we  may  live  in  thee. 

3  All  glory  to  the  Lamb, 

May  we  forever  fmg  \ 
And  bid  farewell,  while  we  proclaim 
Hofannas  to  our  king. 

XCVI. 

Short  Metre. 
Chrifimas  Hymn, 

i    1  HE  long  expected  Son, 

The  wond'rous  Virgin  bears  ; 
Th'  Archangel  leaves  the  lofty  throne. 
And  thus  to  man  declares  : 


"  Fear  not,  behold,  and  fee  ! 
<c  We  do  glad  tidings  bring, 


WhicV 


[      120      ] 

«  Which  fhall  unto  all  people  b«, 
"  To  you  is  born  a  King. 

3  "  A  Saviour >  Chrift  the  Lord, 

".  To  you  is  born,  this  day, 
«  And  tho'  by  heav'nly  hofls  ador'd, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lay." 

4  Impatient  while  their  fongs, 

The  fallen  race  refute : 
An  heav'nly  hoft  employ  their  tongues, 
And  ihouts  the  gen'rous  news  ! 

5  To  God  all  glory  be, 

We  fing  the  Saviour's  birth  ; 
Good  will  to  men,  he  makes  them  free, 
A  joyful  peace  on  earth. 

XCVII. 
Long  Metre. 

Hymn  before  the  Lord's  Supper,  after  fermon. 

1  U£AR  Jefus  wilt  thou  with  us  meet, 

While  we  at  fupper,  humbly  join, 
To  praife  thy  bounty,  while  we  eat 
•     Thy  bread,  and  drink  thy  bounteous  win*. 

2  Thefe  emblems  of  thy  dying  love, 

Set  forth  thy  pafiion  on  the  tree, 
And  to  our  fenfes  always  prove 
Thy  love  continues  great  and  free. 

3  Here 


[  121  ] 

3  Here  may  our  faith  thy  body  view, 

And  worthily  thy  love  partake ; 
May  this  our  faith  and  love  renew 
And  all  we  afk  is  for  thy  fake. 

XCVIII. 

Common  metre. 
After  flipper. 

1  "WE .eat,  dear  Lord,  the  broken  bread, 

Which  thy  free  bounty  gave  : 
A  lively  emblem  of  our  head, 
Who  dy'd  the  world  to  lave. 

2  Here  ev'ry  grain  is  join'd  in  one, 

One  body  all  express  ; 
Hear  mines  our  union' with  the  So::, 
The  Lord  our  rightequfhefs. 

3  Dear  Jefus%  while  We  taflft  the  wine, 

Which  has  the  wine-prefs  bore, 

'Tis  to  fed  forth  that  blood  of  thine, 

Prefs'd  from  each  facred  pore. 

4  May  humble  joy  mfpir:  each  tongue, 

While  we  thy  death  exprefs ; 
And  fiat  dear  name  cc  ng  •, 

The  Lord,  our  rigfcteouj 

L  XCIX. 


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XCIX. 

Common  Metre, 
Funeral  thought. 

i  WHY  ftiould  we  fear,  to  meet  the  tomb  ? 

Since  there  our  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  lafting  fweet  perfume, 
Amidft  the  filent  clay. 

2  Our  life  is  hid  in  him  our  head, 

And  faith  forbids  to  fear  ; 
In  him  we  live,  tho'  we  are  dead, 
And  with  him  muft  appear. 

3  O  death  !  Where  is  thy  fatal  fling  ? 

Since  Chrift  for  all  did  die, 
And  rofe  that  we  might  fhout  and  ling 
Grave  Vhere's  thy  victory  ? 


Common  metre. 
Fall  in  Adam,  recovery  in  Cbrifi. 

1  ADAM  the  firft,  contain'din  one, 

The7  male  and  female  too, 
A  wond'rous  work  in  him  begun ; 
The  wond'rous  myft'ry  view. 

2  From  him  the  female  nature  took, 

They  ftand  a  happy  pair ; 

Till 


C    125    3 

'Till  coveting,  unhappy  look  ! 
They  wim  forbidden  fare. 

j  They  eat,  but  O !  unhappy  food  f 
Their  eyes  are  op'd  to  fee ; 
The  evil  now,  as  well  as  good, 
And  find  they  naked  be. 

Here  fear  and  fhame,  diftrefs  and  guilt, 
The  mis'ries  of  the  fall 

Is  by  the  two  feverely  felt, 
And  we  are  funk  in  thrall. 

PAUSE. 

But  fhall  the  tempting  ferpent  boaft 

A  total  conquefl  here  ? 
The  glorious  work  of  God  be  loffc 

And  funk  in  endlefs  fear ! 

6  O  God  forbid  !  was  this  the  doom3 

We  might  with  John  bewail, 

But  Judah's  lion  from  the  womb, 

Hath  power,    nddid  prevail. 

7  The  female  fever'd  from  the  man, 

In  the  tranfgreffion  iiriT:, 
Had  promifed,  that  her  feed  again, 
Should  make  her  children  juft 

8  Here  fnines  the  great,  the  morning  ftar  ; 

Here  Michael  takes  the  field, 

L2  Hb 


[     124     ] 
His  foes  unequal  to  the  war. 
Do  to  Emmanuel  yield. 

9  He  fought,  and  broke  the  ferpent's  head  ; 
And  hath  deftroy'd  his  throne : 
And  the  whole  world  for  which  he  blecL, 
His  pow'r  and  grace  (hall  own. 

CI. 

Short  metre. 
Fall  and  recovery  of  the  human  race. 

1  ALL  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 

And  doom'd  to  fore  diftrefs, 
'Till  Jefus  paid  the  debt  for  all, 
In  him  we've  righteoufnefs. 

2  'Tis  here  we  Hand  complete, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
And  lay  with  Mary  at  his  feet, 
And  praife  the  God  of  love, 

5  Let  all  the  fallen  race 

Unite  their  fongs  in  one ; 
And  while  they  ling  redeeming  grace, 
Proclaim  what  Cb  rift  has  done. 


Short 


E     "5     ] 
CII. 

Short  Metre. 
Great  *nd free falmat'ion. 

i  Salvation  !  o  the  thought  \ 

For  finners  doom'd  to  die, 
Paid  for  by  Jefus,  dearly  bought, 
To  raife  his  foes  on  high. 

■2  Salvation,  O  the  fong, 

Let  all  the  world  proclaim, 
And  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
Rejoice  to  hear  the  name. 

3  Salvation,  rich  and  free, 

Salvation,  long  and  broad, 

Salvation  for  fuch  worms  as  we, 

Tis  all  the  work  of  God. 

4  He  works  to  will  and  do, 

The  Alpha  is  his  name, 

And  he  the  great  Omega  too, 

All  glory  to  the  lamb. 

cm. 

Let  all  creatures  praife  God. 

I  LET  all  created  things, 

Their  chearful  voices  raife, 
And  own  the  king  of  kings, 
With  thankful  fongs  of  praife. 

L  3  Creating 


[  I*  ] 

Creating  love  •, 

Should  loud  be  fun^ 
Thro'  ev'ry  world, 

By  ev'ry  tongue. 

Let  angels  round  the  throne, 

In  joyful  ranks  above, 
His  power  amd  goodnefs  own, 

And  his  preferving  love. 
With  thankful  tongues 

His  praife  proclaim, 
And  drop  their  crowns 

To  fhout  his  name. 

Let  all  old  Adam's  race, 

Wherever  they  may  be, 
Shout  the  redeemer's  grace, 

And  to  him  bow  the  knee : 
He  dy'd  for  all, 

And  to  reftore 
All  things,  he  rofe 

To  die  no  more. 

CIV. 
Myjlery  of  Redemption » 
GREAT  was  the  myftery 

Of  godlinefs  reveai'd, 
That  God  fhoald  human  be, 
This  book  was  ever  feal'd, 


'Till 


[     127     ] 
Till  ChriJ,  prevail'd, 

To  ope  the  book 
And  in  it  look  ; 
•     He  never  fail'd. 

2  Thus  immortality, 

He  freely  brought  to  light ; 
Tor  finners  doom'd  to  die, 

In  whom  was  his  delight9 
Ere  time  began ; 
He  lov'd  the  whole, 
For  ev'ry  foul 
He  laid  the  plan. 
3  Here  angels  filent  lie, 

In  the  bright  realms  above, 
Tho'  they  defire  to  pry 

Into  this  wondrous  love » 
They  muft  give  place 

And  never  know 
Like  us  below, 
Redeeming  grace. 

4  Let  the  redeem' d  above, 

And  all  below  the  ikies, 
Shout  the  Redeemer's  loye  \ 

And  loud  repeat  their  jcyo  , 
Let  Adam's  race, 

With  joy  proclaim 
The  Saviour's  name, 

And  fmg  his  grace.  ff 


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cv. 

Creating  Goodnefs. 

1  WHY  does  my  tongue  refufe to  fmg, 

My  heart  fo  ftupid  lie, 
When  the  great  works  of  God  my  king, 
Do  ftrike  my  wand'ring  eye  ? 

2  The  matfy  globe  on  which  I  fland, 

Hangs  on  his  power  alone, 
The  ebbing  fea  begirt  with  fund, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  own. 

3  The  humble  flirub,  the  cedar  high, 

The  tow'ring  oak  and  pine, 
Befpeak  his  awful  majefly, 
And  own  his  arm  divine. 

4  The  gilded  arches,  fpangle  forth, 

With  lamps  of  Aiming  light ; 
From  eafl:  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north, 
His  awful  pow'r  and  might. 

5  Bright  fol,  with  his  enlivening  rays 

Lends  to  the  moon  her  light, 
And  join  in  filent  ftrokes  to  praife, 
The  Maker  day  and  night. 

6  But  who  can  count  the  vaft  detail  ? 
Of  all  that  own  his  hand, 
My  time  decays,  my  numbers  fail, 
And  I  mnft  filent  fhnd. 

.  ■*  •  CVI, 


[      I29      1 

CVI. 

Long    Metre. 

Unvvzrfal  redemptiw. 

i  Redemption,  o  \  the  joyful  news 

For  Gentiles  poor  as  well  as  Jews, 
Amazing  thought !  what  can  it  mean  ? 
And  can  the  Ethiope  be  clean  ? 

2  Can  Scythian,  and  Barbarian,  too, 
Be  fav'd  as  well  as  Greek  and  Jew, 
The  Africans  among  the  reft, 
Can  they  be  J$fi£$  wedding  gueft  ? 

3  Can  camel  thro'  a  needle  go  ? 
'Tis  poffible  with  God,  we  know; 
And  fo  by  his  unbounded  grace 
Can  fave  a^loit,  a  finful  race. 

4  Mercy  and  truth  in  Jefus  meet, 
Juftice  and  love  here  fhine  complete  y 
Then  Chrift  is  able  all  to  do, 

To  pay  the  debt,  and  pardon  too. 

5  Here  rich,  and  poor,  and  bond,  and  free3 
Come,  blind  and  halt,  you  all  (hall  fee* 
In  him  they've  life,  and  hence  proclaim, 
The  praife  and  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

6  Then  may  all  heav'n  and  earth  refcund, 
With  thanks  to  God,  with  awe  profound; 

And 


[    *3©    ] 

And  love,  and  thanks,  and  praife  cxprcfs 
To  Chriji  the  Lord,  our  righteouihefs. 

CVII. 

Creating  and  redeeming  love, 
I    YE  angels  that  furround  the  throne, 

Where  your  Creator's  name  is  known, 
Through  .ail  the  realms  above, 

Your  greateft  (kill  in  praifing  try, 
And  all  your  golden  harps  employ, 
To  fmg  creating  love. 

2  But  you  the  children  of  his  love, 

Who  have  been  call'd  to  mount  above,. 
From  fin  and  forrow  too  : 

Let  angels  to  your  fongs  give  place, 
For  you  can  Ting  redeeming  grace, 

Your  fong  is  always  new. 

3  And  may  not  we,  who  ftill  flay  here, 

With  joy  and  triumph  lend  an  ear, 
And  humbly  try  to  ling, 

Tho'  darkly  thro'  a  glafs  we  lee, 
Each  of  us  cry,  he  dy'd  for  me, 

Adored  be  my  King. 

4  But  when  we  take  the  facred  book, 

And  at  each  precious  promifelook, 
Of  univerfal  grace : 

'Tis  here  the  joyful  day  we  view, 

Whe* 


[     i*i     ] 
When  the  poor  Gentile  with  the  Jew, 
Shall  fee  his  Saviour  s  face. 

5  Then  may  all  Adam's  fallen  race, 
As  fellow-heirs  of  this  fame  grace, 
And  branches  of  one  vine, 

In  one  eternal  fong  confpire, 
To  praife  the  Lamb,  our  foul's  defii  e, 
When  all  their  brethren  join. 

CVIII. 

Common  Metre. 
Salvation  through  the  love  of  God  alone, 

i  LOUD  hallelujahs  to  thy  name, 
Thou  conq'ring  God  of  grace  ! 
Who  on  the  bert  of  errands  came, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  race. 

2  Why  didlt  thou  leave  the  realms  above^ 

And  dei^n  to  come  below  ? 
'Twas  fure  thy  own  eternal  love  ; 
Ttach  us  this  truth  to  know. 

3  For  when  we  view  the  objects;  Lord, 

Of  thy  rich  love  divine  j 
Rebels  to  thee,  in  thought  and  word. 
Here  doth  thy  goodnefs  ihine, 

4  For  guilty  jinners,  great  and  fmall, 

For  fallen  Adams  race, 

For 


['    132     ] 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  yea  for  all, 
Here  mines  thy  matchlefs  grace. 

5  Halle,  halle,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah  to  Jefus, 
"lallelujah  and  Hoianna, 

To  him  who  died  to  fave  us. 

CIX. 

Long  Metre. 
Before  baptifm  by  emerfion. 

i   WE'RE  not  afham'd  to  follow  him ; 
Who  bow'd  his  head  in  Jordan''?,  ftream  ; 
And  rifing  from  beneath  the  wave, 
Set  forth  his  pow'r  to  leave  the  grave. 

2  Here  in  the  likenefs  of  his  death, 
We  for  a  time  refign  our  breath, 
Then  rife  and  leave  the  wat'ry  grave, 
So  Jefus  rofe  the  world  to  iave. 

3  Here  we  our  faith,  in  him  profefs, 
Who  rofe  the  Lord,  our  righteoumefs, 
Nor  do  we  fear  to  own  the  Lfc 

In  fweet  compliance  with  his  word. 

4  Come  follow  him,  dear  brethren,  come, 
He  rofe  for  ah,  and  lert  the  tomb  -, 
Believe  and  be  baptiz'd,and  tell 

We  trnft  in  him  who  vanquiih'd  hell. 


[   n$  1 


ex. 

Common  Metre. 
Atter  taptifm. 

i  WE'RE  not  baptiz'd  to  waili  awry 
Our  guilt,  or  fave  from  woe, 
But  ourdear  mailer  to  ooey, 
And  in  his  footiteps  go. 

2  Bury'd  with  Cbrij},  our  heav'nly  king, 
In  likenefs  of  his  death, 
As  he  srofe,  we  rife  to  fing ; 
May  praife  employ  our  breath. 

,  Where  is  thy  vicl'ry*  conquer'd  grave  ? 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  lhng  : 
Since  Jefm  rofe  the  world  to  lave, 
May  all-  the  vWry  fmg. 

CXI. 
Long  Metre. 
On  the  Iwe  of  God. 
j   THY  love,  O  God,  my  feeble  voice, 
.Would  fain  attempt,  would  try  to  fpeak, 
Bu?  in  the  boundleft  ocean  loft,  [j«* 

My  thought's  too  leant,  my  power  3  too 

2  To  what  can  I  Ay  love  compare  ? 

Howcanlfethygooanefsfortn^th.ng 


mmm ^M^^j^jgm 


[     134    ] 
Nothing,  O  Lord  !  on  earth  there  are, 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  r 

3  If  I  compare  it  to  a  fea, 

Without  a  bottom  or  a  fhore, 
I  fee  the  great  difparity, 

A  fea  muff  end,  and  be  no  more. 

4  If  thro'  the  orbs  of  light  I  range, 

And  mould  compare  it  to  the  moon  ; 

Tis  wrong,  the  moon  does  often  change, 

And  here  we  fee  the  dirFrence  foon. 

5  If  to  the  fun,  whofe  heav'nly  rays 

Give  life  to  nature  here  below  ; 
I  blufh,  and  check  the  warbliag  toys, 

y  love  firft  made  the  fun,  w£  know. 

(>  It  to  the  num'rous  ftars  of  heaven, 

That  round  the  globe  in  myriads  mine, 
They  are  but  fparks  thy  love  "has  giv'n, 
They  only  flow  from  love  divine. 

CXII. 
Go/pel. 

■   t/OME,  finners,  give  up  the  vain  chafe 
For  heav'n,  by  all  you  can  do  : 

Come,  tr.uA  in  ImmanuePg  grace, 
He  is  theftraight  gate  to  go  thro' : 

Believe  !  he  has  fuffer'd  for  all, 
For  all,  yea,  for  all  that  was  loft, 

And 


C    ns   1 

And  knowing  'twould  fave  them  from  thrall, 
He  gave  up  his  life  on/the  crofs. 

2  The  law  we  had  broke  he  made  good, 
1  Fulfilling  its-  precepts  complete, 

•   And  fealing  the  cov'nant  with  blood, 
To  heav'n  has  took  the  receipt. 

Here  juftice  has  got  its  demand, 
And  rivers  of  mercy  may  flow, 

And  all  from  ImmanuePs  hand, 
'Tis  peace  this  falvation  to  know. 

3  May  this  bonndlefs  ocean  of  love, 

Conftra'm  us  to*  follow  the  lamb, 
Pu riuing  our  portion  above, 

Adoring  and  praifmg  his  name : 
This  is  a  falvation  complete, 

Forbidding  the  foul  to  rebel : 
But  lay  at  ImmanuePs  feet, 

Nor  fearing  the  powers  of  hell. 


CXIII. 

Long  metre. 
Morning  Hymn. 

BLESS'D  be  thy  name,  my  God  and  King3 
Fain  .would  my  heart  thy  praifes  fmg. 
For  all  the  mercies  of  the  night, 
And  bleffings  of  the  morning  light. 


\ 


M  2  2  'Tis 


[     136     ] 

2  'Tis  thro'  thy  mercy,  Lord,  to  me, 
I've  liv'd  another  day  to  fee ; 

May  I  this  clay  thy  praife  proclaim, 
And  give  the  glory  to  thy  name. 

3  Give  me  this  day  my  daily  bread, 
And  while  my  body's  richly  fed, 
O  !  may  my  iotil  be  truly  blefs'd, 
And  feed  on  Ckri/r,  my  righteoumefs. 

CXIV. 

Common  Metre. 
Evening  Hymn. 

*  MY  ev'ning  thanks,  Lord,  I  would  pay 

To  thy  protecting  arm, 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  all  the  day, 
And  fafe  from  ev'ry  harm. 

2  From  dangers  feen  and  unfeen  too, 

Thou  haft  preferved  me  : 
O  !   may  the  thought  my  heart  indue 
With  fongs  of  praife  to  thee. 

3  And  now  I  lay  mc  down  to  ileep 

In  thee,  my  foul's  delight  j 
Dear  JtfitS)  may  thy  mercy  keep 
Me  through  the  fiient  night. 


HYMNS 


[     1.37    ] 

HYMNS 

AND 

PSALM 

By  DrI  WATTS. 


cxv. 

■ 

Short  Metre. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  The  love  ofChriJl  to  fanners  typi- 
fied in  David* 

*   BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love* 

That  holy  David  fhows  ! 
Hark  how  this  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  afHifted  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart, 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brothei  dead  ! 
And,  failing,  mortify' d  his  foul, 
iilefor  their  life  he  pray'd. 

M3  4  O 


[    13?    ] 

4  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chriit  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  Tinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

5  He,  the  true  Oavid,  Ifrael's  king, 

Blefs'd  and  bclov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels,  dead  in  fin, 
Pay'd  his  own  dearefl  blood. 

CXVI. 

Common  Metre. 
Ihe  Vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1  TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ! 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace. 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  Afpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duff, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  ft  rive,  deiire  and  love, 
But  all  the  nolle  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  (how  ; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  5 

They 


[    139    ] 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who., 
And  {trait  are  feen  no  more. 

r  What  Giould  I  wi'lh  or  wait  for,  then, 
From  creatures  earth  and  duit  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  trufl. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  intr'efl  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

CXVIL 

Common  Metre. 
Sick-bed devotion;  or,  Pleading  without  repining, 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down! 

Behold  the  pains  I  feel ! 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will, 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fcrvants,  Lord! 

They  come  at  thy  awpuntfttd  : 

Tllnot  attempt  a  murm'rmg  word, 

Afiainft  thy  chaining  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  , 


Ml 


My  ftrength  confuroes,  my  fpirit  d;. 

Through  thy  repeated  itrokes.    • 

4  Cru/h'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  mouJder  to  the  dull : 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft.. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace  ; 
How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  ! 
Adam,  and  all  his  nnm'rous  race, 
Are  vanity  and  finoke.] 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were: 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  luminous  hear, 

ra-'da  while, 
-emylaft  remove, 
Thy  praiie  {hall  be  my  bufmefs  i\il\, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

CXVIIJ 

Common  metre. 
The  '?  near  nation  ana  fact  ifice  of  Chrifi. 
1    1  HUS  faith  the  Lord,  <  Your  work  is  vain, 
1  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er  : 
( In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  llain, 
'  My  foul  delight  no  more.' 

2  Then 


[     M«     ] 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  ^o  !  Fm  here, 

<  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 

<  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
«  Thy  fervant  (hail  fulfil. 

3  <  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

«  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  •, 
*  Mine  ears  are  cpen'd  with  delight, 

<  To  what  thy  lips  impart.' 

4  And  fee  !  the  biefs'd  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  fon  appears  •, 
And,  at  th'  appointed  time  aflumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhow'd  ; 

And  preach' d  the  way  of  righteoufnefs, 
Where  great  aiTemblies  flood. 

6  His  Fathers  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 
He  pitied  miners'  cries  -, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour  part3 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 


PAUSE 


7 


No  blood  of  beafts,  on  alters  (lied, 
Could  warn  the  confcieace  clean ; 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  fm. 


2  Then 


• .   •  c 

3  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  SatanVTuRgdom  fhook ; 
Thus,  by  the  woman's  promisM  feed,  • 
The  ferpent's  head* was  broke. 

CXIX. 

Common  Metre. 
Chrifi's  obedience  and  death  ;    or,  God  glorified  arid 
Jirinersfa<ved> 
T** 
1   r  ATHER  !  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  ; 

I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor 
And  bore  the  Tinner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke,, 
And  finiili'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  Jiving  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found. 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  blood. 

4  This  /hall  his  humble  followers  fee, 

And  fet  their  heatts  at  reft ; 
They  hy  his  death  draw  near  t< 
■ 


[     143     ] 
'•5  Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  h 
To  God  their  vol 
While  lands.and  feas  affi|t  the  iky, 
And  join  t'advance  the  praife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  mof:  holy  God  ! 
Thy  Son  (hall  blei  tes  ; 

i  I  glor^pmKhas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  tlrpiwlfra'l  w- 

CX 

Qhrlji's  kingdom  among  the  Gen.. 

I    JESUS  (ball  reign  where'er  the  lira 
;es  his  fucceffivejourriies  run ; 

kingdom  ftretch  from  ihore  to  more, 
:    3ons  mail  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


2  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry 

Dwell  .     frh  fweeteff  ib 

.ant-voices  fhail  proclaim 

igs  on  liis  nam*. 

lgs  abound  where'"  -^  ; 

oris'ner  leaps  to  lofe  his  chains, 

eary  find  eternal  reft, 
all  the  fons  oi 

|4  Where  he  r  pow'r, 

him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
-  bieiiings  than  the:;  father loft.1 


t     M4     ] 
5  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
Angels,  defcend  with  fongs  again  -, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

CXXI. 

Long  Metre. 
Salvation  by  Chrijf. 
I    SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
And  grace  descending  from  on  high, 
Freih  hopes  of  glory  ftiall  afford. 

1  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Chrijl   the  Lord  came  dome  fron 


bmce 

heav'n  j 
Bv  his  obedience fo  complete, 

Juftice  is  pkas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

Now  truth  md  honour  ftiall  abound, 
th  again, 
»nly  inftu  fs  the  ground, 

m  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

CXXII. 

C  »mmon  Me*  re. 

T„e  covenant  oj  >  5  ™>  cifflklhns 

.-;  .,n. 

Yzt  (faith  th«Lord)if  DavW's  race, 

.*  The  children  of  my  Son, 

Shoul 


[     M5     ] 
■  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  g 

•  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  : 

2  c  Their  fins  I'll  vi'fit  with  the  rod, 

«  And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 
«  But  I'll  not  ceaie  •  o  be  their  God, 

*  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  *  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

<  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
«  And  what  Eternal  love  hath  l'poke, 
'     «  Eternal  truth  (hail  bind; 

4  c  Once  have  I  {worn  (I  need  r: 

c  And  pledg'd  my  hoiinefs, 
c  Tofeal  the  ftcred  promife  fure 
c  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  «  The  fun  mail  fee  his  offspr::: 

c  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
6  Lon     as  he  travels  round  the  C. :. 


'Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  th  . 

<  His  ki  are, 

4  Till  the  fix'dlaws  of  (hade  and  light. 

*  Shall  be  ot 

n  exxnr, 


C    m6    ] 
cxxrn. 

Long  Metre. 
ChriJTs  incarnation* 

1  THE  Lord  is  come  %  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 

Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Savio.it  lies  $ 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound. 
But  Judah  fhout,  but  Zion  fing, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

CXXIV. 

Common  Metre. 
The  Meffiab's  ceming  and  kingdom. 
3   JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  king ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and   floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
Repeat  the  founding  joy.  [plains, 

4  No 


C    147   ] 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace* 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

cxxv. 

I 
long  metre* 

Pralfe  to  our  Creator. 

1  aE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  king  s 
Serve  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice  5 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fmg. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  :  Tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  Cheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there, 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find, 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

N2  CXXVL 


143     ] 

CXXVI. 

Long  Metre. 

Bleftng  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 

i  BLESS,  O  my  foul !  the  living  God; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad*, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  -within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

Z  Blefs,  O  my  foul !  the  God  of  grace-, 
His  favours  claim  the  higheft  praife  : 
Why  (hould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought, 
Be  loft  in  filence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  "Tis  he  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done ; 
He  owns  the  ranfpm,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And. cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  ; 
■    Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Cur  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd,  his  pov'r  repairs  •,  * 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
Ke  fatisfies  our  mouth  with  good, 

And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreiTor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  iufVrers  reft  : 

But 


[     M9    ] 
But  will  his  jtiftice  more  difplay 
In,  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

("7  His  pow'r  he  fhow'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 
But  fenthis  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  y 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  (hall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine.] 

CXXVII. 

Common  metre. 
Brotherly  love. 

1  LO!  what  an  entertaing  fight 

Are  brethren  that  agree  ! 
Brethren,  whofe  chearful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  dreams  of  lovefrom  Chrift^thefpring, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul  •> 
And  heavily  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head  ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

N  3  4  Ti* 


fSo     ] 

pleafant  as  the  morning-dc 
That  fall  on  Sion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  miideft  glory  fhowSj 
ArA  makes  his  grace  cliftil. 

cxxvnr. 

Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
O  All  ye  nations  !  praiie  the  Lord, 

Each  with  a  tongue  ; 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

His  mei  cy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ! 

For  ever  firm  his  truth  mall  ftand  y 
Fraife  ye  the  faithful  God  ! 


Long  Metre. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fides, 

Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

lal  are  thy  mercies ;  Lord! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

{hall  found  from  more  to  more, 
'Till  fun  (hall  rife,  and  fet  no  more. 

•  exxx. 


[     i5i     "J 

cxxx. 

Short  Metre. 
i   THY  name,  Almighty  Lord ! 
Shall  found  thro'  diftaut  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  5 
Thy  truth  forever  -ftands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure  ; 
Till,  morning  light,  and  ev'ning  fhadej 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

CXXXI. 

Short  Metre. 
The  bleffednefs  of  go/pel  times  :  or,  the  revelation  oj 
Chrift  to   Jeivs  and  Gentiles. — Ifa.v.  2,  7—10. 
Mat.  xiii.  16,  17. 

>  X   HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  ftand  on  Zw»'s  hill  ! 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  v/ords  of  pc~  ;e  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  fweet  the  tidings  are ! 
"  Zioriy  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 


Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefTed  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 

But  dy'd  without  the  fight ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  -, 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

CXXXIT. 

Common  Metre. 
ViSlorj  over  death  —i  Cor.  xv.  $S>  &c« 

i   O  For  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter,  Death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  T  have, 
Mv  quiv'ring  lips  mould  fing, 
«  Where  is  thy  boafled  vicYry,  Grave ; 
"  And  where  the  monger's  fling  ?" 


3' 


[     153     1 

,  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure; 

Death  hath  no  fting  befide  •, 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow  r ; 

But  Chrift,  my  ranfom  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  t|e  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die 
Thro'  Chrift  our  living  head. 

CXXXIII. 

Common   Metre. 

J  wfion  of  the  kingdom  of  Chjift  among  men— 

Kev.  xxi.  i — 4* 

I  LO,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  fcaa  arc  pais'd  away, 
And  the  o.d  rolling  Ikies  : 

From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refute* 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
Adorn' d  with  fhining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 
And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
«  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 
«<  Of  your  defcending  King. 


. 


«  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  5 


<«  Men 


C     **4    ] 

«  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  losing  God. 

5  «  His  own  foft  hand  (hall  wipe  the  tear* 

w  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  j 
w  And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears 
"And  death  itfelffhall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fv/ifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

CXXXIV. 

Long  Metre. 

A  wfion  of  the  Lamb .— -Rev.  v.  6—9. 

1  ALL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  5 
Behold  amidfl  th*  eternal  throne, 
A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 

Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  5 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 

From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne : 


C     *55     ] 

JefuSy  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 
'On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown,] 

i  All  the  aiTemblmg  faints  around 
Fall  worshipping  before  the  Lamb, 

And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found, 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name, 

;  [The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 

"Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills  •, 
"  Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry) 

C£  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals."3 

%  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  (train. 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fmg, 

«  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  llain, 
«  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  l" 

7  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 

That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  I 

cxxxv. 

Common  metre. 

Hope  of  heaven   by  the  refurrefiion  of  Chrift.-~» 
i  Fet.  i.  3,4,  5, 

I   BLESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord  \ 

Be 


[     156     ] 

Be  his  unbounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  calPd  him  to  the  fky, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  tho'  our  inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  dud, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour -role, 
So  all  his  followers  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day  \ 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefii'd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

'Till  the  falvation  come ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  flrangers  here, 
'Till  Chrift  ttiall  call  us  home 

CXXXVI. 

Long  Metre. 

ling  grace  :    or,  Joints  beloved  in  Chrift, — 
Eph.  i.  3.  &c. 

1    y^SUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  •, 
Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  5 
What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  throne, 
Flow  down  to  finners  thro'  his  Son ! 

2  "  Ch 


C     T57    ] 

2  *  Chnjl  be  my  firft  ele&,"  he  faid ; 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Ckrift  our  head ; 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin ; 
Our  chara&ers  were  then  decreed, 
«  Blamelefs  jfo  love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once \ 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  giory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift  our  Lord  we  {hare  our  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart : 
Nor  (hall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
Till  he  forgets  his  Firft-belov'd, 

CXXXVII. 

Common  Metre. 

Chrift  Jeius  the  Lamb  of  God  wrjbipped  by  all  the 

creation.— K^.  v._n— 13. 

i  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  5 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

1  «  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  cly'd  (thy  cry) 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 

O  €C  W  ortny 


C    158    3 

«  Worthy  the  Lamb  (our  lips  reply) 
"  For  he,  was  flam  for  us." 

3  Jefus  IS  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever,  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

cxxxvnr. 

Long  Metre. 
Chrifl's  humiliation  and  exaltation. — Rev.  v.  13. 

1  WHAT  equal  honours  mail  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 

When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fmg 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  (lain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  Me. 

3  PowV 


L     1^9    3 

■3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 

Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar; 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here, 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  j 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  mufl  be  paid, 

Iniiead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn; 
While  glory  fhines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Bleflings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  $ 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Araea. 


CXXXIX. 

Long  Metre. 

fbevalue  of  Chrln  and hurigbteoujnefs  t — Phil.  iii.^-$* 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  mors 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs ; 

O  2  My 


4 


C    x6o  ] 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  (hame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  croli. 

3  Yes,  and  Imuft  and  -will  efleem 

All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefui  fake : 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake  1 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands, 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done, 

CXL. 

Common  Metre. 

The  brazen  ferpent :  or,  looking  to  Jefus.— 
John  iii.  14,  15,  16. 

31  SO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 

The  brazen  ferpent  high ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe> 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

«  And  live/'  the  prophet  cries ; 
But  Chrijl  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
"When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  hea-'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  finners,  by  th*  old  ferpent  (lung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  Whem 


4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile,  lives. 

CXLT. 

Common  Metre. 
Saints  in  the  bands  of  Chrifl—  John  X.  28,  2|* 

1  FlRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  (lands* 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft* 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefui  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  favc 

The  meaneft  of  his  fheep  % 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  (hall  e'er  remove 

His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft  \ 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

CXLII. 

Short  Metre. 
The  humiliation  and  exaltation  o/'Chrift,— »Ifa,liii.  €— 1  s# 

l  LlKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 

O  3  Each 


[      162      ] 

Each  wand' ring  ki  a  difPrent  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  fhepherd's  head ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  ftroke ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  fhepherd  pays, 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  away ; 
§    Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  mall  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men, 
And  make  him  lee  a  num'rous  feed, 
To  recompence  his  pam. 

6  «  I'll  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 

"  A  portion  with  the  ftrong : 
w  He  (hall  pofTefs  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honours  long," 


CXLIII, 


C   163   3 

CXLIII. 

Common  Metre. 
Godly  forrow  arJ/ingfro/n  tbefufferingi  of  Chrift. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die ; 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  {lain,  fweet  Jefus>  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expes'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  iufPrer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done,, 

He  groau'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  f  Grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

4  Well-might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  fin. 

;  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face3 

Whiie  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
DifTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  q£  fgve  I  owe ; 

Here, 


r  t64  3 

Were,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  ^ 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


CXLIV. 

Common  Metre. 
Chrift  h  thefubftance  of  the  LevihcalprteJtiooA 

i    1HE  true  Meiliah  now  appears, 

The  types  are  all  withdrawn ; 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lamb*3 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain, 
Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veil, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  ba 
The  ofPring  and  the  prieft, 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  fhovr 

The  wonders  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father  (he  cries)  forgive  their  fins, 

"  For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd ;" 
Aritt  then  he  (hews  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

CXLV. 


t  1*5  -J 

CXLV. 

long  Metre. 

Uc  creation,  frefervation,  diffolution,  and  rejiorathn  of 
this  ivorld. 

i   SlNG  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkiea, 

The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  (lately  frame  j 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  Heform'd  thefeas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 

Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pulh'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne 

He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  3 
He  bids  the  (hiiiing  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  (hall  this  moving  engine  laft, 

Till  all  his  faints  are  gather' d  in  : 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  biaft, 
To  make  it  all  to  dull  again  ! 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  mail  tear  the  fldes, 
And  lighcamg  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'a  and  earth  for  you. 

CXLVI. 


[    i66    2 

CXLVI. 

Short  Metre. 
Triumph  over  death  in  hope  of  the  re/urreSiw, 

i  AND  muft  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  miift  thefe  adtive  limbs  of  min* 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrelh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft, 
'Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 
And  ev'ry  faape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jefus9  dying  love  : 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below7 
And  iing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  pra:fs 

Of  thefe  our  humble  iongs, 


C   167   ] 

Till  times  of  nobler  found  wc  raHe 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

CXLVil. 
Common  Metre. 
The  nativity  of  Chrifl. 

i  "  SHEPHERDS,rejoice,Hft  up  your  eyes, 

"  And  fend  your  fears  away  ; 
w  News  from  the  region  of  the  Ikies, 
"  Salvation's  born  to  day. 

•  "  Jefus>  t^ls  God  w^om  angels  fear, 
"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 

(<  To  day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

;  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwadling  bands, 

"  Nor  royal  mining  things  ; 
<(  A  manger  for  his  cradle  itands, 

"  And  holds  the  King  cf  Kings, 

4  "  Go,  fhepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne  ; 

«  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

"  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son* 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fangy  and  flrait  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng, 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  fong : 

6  «  Glory 


C    168     ] 

'   «  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
"  Let  peace  furround  the  earth ; 
<•  Mortals  (hall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord  !  and  (hall  angels  have  their  fongs, 
And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 

0  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  tongues 
When  they  forget  to  praife ! 

3  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
That  pitied  us  forlorn, 
*We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

•CXLVIII. 

Long  Metre. 
Jefus  the  only  Saviour. 

1  jiDJMy  our  father  and  our  head 
Tranfgreft ;  and  juftice  doom'd  us  dead : 
The  fiery  law  fpeaks  all  defpair, 
There's  no  reprieve,  nor  pardon  there. 

2  "  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  fkies ; 
"  Seraphs  the  mighty  and  the  wife, 
"  Sav,  what  expedient  can  you  give, 

< <  That  fin  be  damn'd,  and  finners  live  ? 

3  «  Speak,  are  you  flrong  to  bear  the  load, 
"  The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God  ? 


[    i69    ] 

"  Which  of  you  loves  our  wretched  race, 
"  Or  dares  to  venture  in  our  place  ?" 

4  In  vain  we  afk :  for  all  around 

Stands  filence  thro'  the  heavenly  ground : 
There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above 
Has  half  the  ftrength,  or  half  the  love, 

5  But,  O  unutterable  grace  ! 

Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place  ; 
Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
Stretches  his  naked  arms,  and  dies. 

6  Juflice  was  pleas'd  to  bruife  the  God, 
And  pay  its  wrongs  with  heav'nly  blood  ; 
What  unknown  racks  and  pangs  he  bore  ! 
Then  rofe :  the  law  could  afk  no  more. 

7  Amazing  work!  look  down,  ye  fides, 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  aliyour  eyes ; 
Ye  heavenly  thrones,  ftoop  from  above, 
And  bow  to  this  myflerious  love. 

i 

8  See,  how  they  bend!  fee,  how  they  look ! 
Long  they  had  read  th'  eternal  book, 
And  ftudied  dark  decrees  in  vain, 

The  crofs  and  Calv'ry  makes  them  plain 

9  Now  they  are  llruck  with  deep  amaze, 
Each  with  his  wings  conceals  his  face ; 
Nor  clap  their  founding  plumes,  and  cry, 

wifdom  of  a  DEITT. 

lo  Low 


C     170     ] 

10  Low  they  adore  th'  incarnate  Son, 
And  Ting  the  glories  he  hath  won  -, 
Sing  how  he  broke  our  iron  chains 
How  deep  he  funk,  how  high  he  reigns. 

1 1  Triumph  and  reign,  victorious  Lord, 
By  all  thy  flaming  hofts  ador'd : 

And  fay,  dear  Conqueror,  lay,  how  long 
E'er  we  fhall  rile  to  join  their  fong. 

12  Lo,  from  afar  the  promis'd  day 
Shines  with  a  well  diitinguifh'd  ray  ; 
But  my  wing'd  paffion  hardly  bears 
Thefe  lengths  of  flow  delaying  years. 

1 3  Send  down  a  chariot  from  above, 
With  fiery  wheels  and  pav'd  with  love  s 
Raife  me  beyond  th'  ethereal  blue, 

To  fmg  and  love  as  angels  do. 


« 


HYMNS 


[     171     ] 

HYMNS 

By  J.     HART. 


CXLIX. 

Hitherto  hath  the  Lord  helped  us,     i  Sam,  vii.  iz» 

A  HO'  flrait  be  the  way, 

With  dangers  befet  i 
And  we  thro'  delay 

Are  no  farther  yet ; 
Our  good  guide  and  Saviour 

Hath  help'd  thus  far  : 
And  'tis  by  his  favour 

We  are  what  we  are. 

«A.  favour  fo  great 

We  highly  fhould  prize  ; 
Not  murmur ,  nor  fret, 

Nor  fmall  things  defpife. 
But  what  call  we  fmall  things  ? 

Sin's  whole  cancell'd  fum  ? 
'Tis  greater  than  all  things — 

Except  thofe  to  come. 

P  2  My 


[      H2      ] 

My  brethren,  reflect 

On  what  we  have  been  \ 
How  God  had  refpect 

To  us  under  fin. 
When  lower  and  lower 

We  ev'ry  day  fell, 
He  ftretched  forth  his  power, 

And  fnatch'd  us  from  heU. 

Then  let  us  rejoice, 

And  chearfully  fmg. 
With  heart  and  with  voice. 

To  Jefus  our  king ; 
Who  thus  far  has  brought  US 

From  evil  to  good  •, 
The  ranfom  that  bought  us 

No  lefs  than  his  blood. 

|  For  bleffings  like  thefe 

So  bounteoufly  giv'n, 
For  profpe&s  of  peace, 

And  fore-taftes  of  heav'n. 
Tis  grateful,  'tis  pleafant 

To  fing  and  adore  •, 
Be  thankful  for  prefent, 

And  then  aik  for  more. 

CL. 

The  Sabbath. 
i  GOD  thus  commanded  Jacob's  feed, 
When,  from  Egyptian  bondage  freed, 


[     173     } 

He  led  them  by  the  way. 
Remember  with  a  mighty  hand 
I  brought  thee  forth  from  Pharaoh's  land  ^ 

Then  keep  my  Sabbath-day. 

In  fix  days  God  made  heav'n  and  earth  j 
Gave  all  the  various  creatures  birth  ; 

And  from  his  working  ceas'd. 
Thefe  days  to  labour  he  applied  ; 
The  Sev'nth  he  blefs'd,  and  fanciified,    : 

And  called  the  day  of  reft. 

To  all  God's  people  now  remains 
A  Sabbatifm,  a  reft  from  pains 

And  works  of  flavifh  kind. 
When  tir'd  with  toil,  and  faint  thro'  fear, 
The  child  of  God  can  enter  here, 

And  fweet  refreshment  find. 

\  To  this  by  faith  he  oft  rereats, 
Bondage  and  labour  quite  forgets, 

And  bids  his  cares  adieu  ; 
Slides  foftly  into  promis'd  reft, 
Reclines  his  head  on  Jefu/s  breaft 

And  proves  the  fabbath  true. 

j  This,  and  this  only  is  the  way, 
To  rightly  keep  that  Sabbath-day, 

Which  God  has  holy  made. 
All  keeper's  that  come  fhort  of  t£is, 
The  fubftance  of  the  Sabbath  mifs  j 
And  grafp  an  empty  fhade. 

5     r       P  3  CLI 


C     174    ] 

CLL 

And  when  they  had  nothing  to  pay,  he  frankly  forgave 
'    them  both.  Luke  vii.42. 

1  JMeRCY  is  welcome  news  indeed, 

To  thofe  that  guilty  ftand. 
Wretches,  that  feel  what  help  they  need, 
Will  blefs  the  helping  hand. 

2  Who  rightly  would  his  alms  difpofe, 

Muft  give  them  to  the  poor. 
None  but  the  wounded  patient  knows 
The  comforts  of  his  cure. 

3  We  all  have  finn'd  againft  our  God  -9 

Exception  none  can  boaft  : 
But  he,  that  feels  the  heavieft  load, 
Will  prize  forgivenefs  moll. 

3  No  reck'ning  can  we  rightly  keep, 
For  who  the  fums  can  know  ? 
Some  fouls  are  fifty  pieces  deep  ; 
And  fome  five  hundred  owe. 


5  But  let  our  debts  be  what  they  may, 
However  great,  or  fmall : 
As  foon  as  we  have  nought  to  pay, 
Our  Lord  forgives  us  all. 

*  'Tis  perfeft  poverty  alone, 
That  fets  the  foul  at  large : 

WhiU 


C     175     ] 

"While  we  can  call  one  rait?  our  cwd, 
We  have  no  full  difcharge. 

CLII. 

Short  Metre. 

Faith  in  the  Victory. 

WHOEVER  believes  aright, 
In  ChrifFs  atoning  blood, 

Of  all  his  guilt's  acquitted  quite  : 
And  may  draw  near  to  God, 

2  But  fin  will  ftill  remain, 
Corruptions  rife  up  thick  j 

And  Satan  fays  the  med'eine's  vain, 
Becauie  we  yet  are  fick. 

But  all  this  will  not  do ; 

Our  hope's  on  Jefus  call: : 
Let  all  be  Liars,  and  him  be  true  i 

Wemallbewellatlafl:. 


CLIIL 

Faith  and  Repentance. 
i  COME,  ye  ChrifUans,  fing  the  praifes 
Of  your  condefcending  God  y 
Come,  and  hymn  the  hoiy  Jefus, 
Who  hath  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood, 

Wc 


C    *7*   ] 

We  are  poor,  and  weak,  and  filly, 

And  to  ev'ry  evil  prone ; 
Yet  our  Jefus  loves  us  freely, 

And  receives  us  for  his  own. 

2  Tho'  we're  mean  in  man'*  opinion, 

He  hath  made  us  priefts  and  kings. 
Pow'r  and  glory,  and  dominion 

To  the  Lamb  the  fmner  fings, 
Leprous  fouls,  unfound  and  and  filthy, 

Come  before. him  as  you  are : 
'Tis  the  lick  man,  not  the  healthy, 

Needs  the  good  phyfician's  care. 

3  Here  the  terms  that  never  vary  ; 

"  To  repent  and  to  believe." 
Both  of  thefe  are  neceffary  ; 

Both  from  Jefus  we  receive. 
Would  be  Chriftian,  duly  ponder 

Thefe  in  thine  impartial  mind  : 
And  let  no  man  put  afunder. 

What  the  Lord  hath  wilely  join'd. 

4  Oh  !  beware  of  fondly  thinking 

God  accepts  thee  for  thy  tears. 
Are  the  (hipwreck'd  fav'd  by  finking  ? 

Can  the  ruin'd  rife  by  fears  ? 
Oh  !  beware  of  truft  ill-grounded : 

'Tis  but  fancied  faith  at  mofl, 
To  be  curM,  and  not  be  be  wouuded  : 

To  be  fav'd  before  you're  loft. 

5N 


r  177  ] 

No  big  words  of  ready  talkers, 

No  drv  do&rines  williuffice. 
Broken  hearts,  and  humble  walkers, 

Thefe  are  dear  in  Jeiu's  eyes. 
Tinkling  founds  of  difputation, 

Naked  knowledge  all  are  vain  ; 
Ev'rv  foul,  that  gains  falvation, 

Muft  and  (hall  be  born  again. 

CLIVj. 

Short  Metre. 
Pride. 

i  Innumerable  foes 

Attack  the  child  of  God* 
He  feels  within  the  weight  of  fin, 
A  grievous  galling,  load. 

2  Temptations  too  without, 

Of  various  kinds,  afTault/ 
Sly  fnares  befet  his  traveling  feet, 
And  make  him  often  halt. 

3  From  firmer,  and  from  faint, 

He  meets  with  many  a  blow  ;    . 
His  own  bad  heart  creates  him  fmart, 
Which  only  God  can  know. 

4  But  tho*  the  hoft  of  hell 

Be  neither  weak  nor  fmall : 
One  mighty  foe  deals  dang'rous  woe, 
And  hurts  byond  them  all 

5    Tis 


C     I7«     ] 

5  'Tis  pride,  accurfed  pride : 

That  Spirit  by  God  abhorr'd  : 

Do  what  we  will  it  haunts  us  ftil ; 

And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 

6  It  blows  its  pois'nous  breath, 

And  bloats  the  foul  with  air  ; 
The  heart  up-lifts  with  God's  own  gifts, 
And  makes  even  grace  a  fnare. 

7  Awake — nay  whtte  we  fleep  ; 

In  all  we  think  or  fpeak, 
It  puffs  us  glad,  torments  us  fad  -9 
Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 

8  In  other  ills  we  find 

The  hand  of  heav'n  not  flack : 
Pride  only  knows  to  interpofe, 
And  keep  our  comforts  back. 

9  Tis  hurtful,  when  perceiv'd  : 

When  not  perceiv'd,  'tis  worfe. 
Unfeen  or  ken  it  dwells  within  ; 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force. 

io  Againft.  its  influence  pray, 
It  mingles  with  the  pray'r  ; 
Againft  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  ipeech  ; 
Be  filent,  flill  'tis  there. 

1 1  This  moment,  while  I  write, 
I  feel  its  pow'r  within  > 

My 


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My  heart  it  draws  to  feek  applaufe^ 
And  mixes  all  with  fin. 

12  Thou  meek  and  lowly  lamb, 

This  haughty  tyrant  kill  j 
That  wounded  thee,  tho'  thou  waft  tr 
And  grieves  thy  fpirit  (till.  ee5 

1 3  Our  condefcending  God, 

(To  whom  elfe  mall  we  go  ?) 
Remove  our  pride,  whate'er  betide, 
And  lay  and  keep  us  low. 

14  Thy  garden  is  the  place, 

Where  pride  cannot  intrude  : 
For  mould  it  dare  to  enter  there, 
Twould  foon  be  drown'  d  ia  blooij 

CLV. 

Shor,t  metre. 
The  Prodigal. 

NOW  for  a  wond'rous  fong. 

(Keep  diftance,  ye  profance  ; 
Be  filent  eachunhallow'd  tongue  ; 

Nor  turn  the  truth  to  bane.) 

The  prodigal's  return'd, 

Th'  apoftate  bold  and  bafe  •, 
That  all' his  Father's  counfels  fpurn'd, 

And  long  abus'd  his  grace, 


[  i8°  ] 

3  What  treatment  fince  he  came  ? 

Love  tenderly  expreft. 
What  robe  is  brought  to  hide  his  fname  r 
Thebeftj  the  very  beft. 

4  Rich  food  the  fervants  bring-, 

Sweet  mufic  charms  his  ears  5 
See  what  a  beauteous  coflly  ring 
The  beggar's  finger  wears  ! 

t  Ye  elder  ions,  be  itill ; 

Give  no  bad  paffion  vent : 
My  brethren,  'tis  our  Father's  will., 
And  you  muft  be  content. 

6  All  that  he  has  is  yours  : 

Rejoice  then,  not  repine, 
That  love  that  all  your  dates  fecures, 
That  love  has  alter'd  mine. 

7  Good  God,  are  thefe  thy  ways  ! 

If  rebels  'hus  are  freed  ; 
And  favour  d  with  peculiar  grace, 
c  muft  be  free  indeed. 

CLVI. 

Common  Metre. 

cfCod  is  -made  unto  us  <uufdom  mnd  rigbleotifn, 
end  fa  nciift  cation^  and  redemption.     1  Cor.  .'.  3c 

1   BELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  blind  j 
Thty  know  themfelves  unwife : 


C     181     ] 
But  wifdom  in  the  Lord  they  find  ; 
Who  opens  all  their  eyes. 

2  Unrighteous  are  they  all,  when  tried  : 

But  God  himfelf  declares, 
In  Jefus  they  are  juflified  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  is  theirs. 

3  That  we're  unholy  needs  no  proof 

We  forely  feel  the  fall: 
But  Chrf  has  holinefs  enough 
Tofanclif  us  all. 

4  Expos' d  by  fm  to  God's  juft  wrath, 

We  look  to  Ckri/l,  and  view. 
Redemption  in  his  blood  by  faith, 
And  full  redemption  too. 

5  Some  this,  fome  that  good  virtue  teach, 

To  reel  if  y  the  foul: 
But  we  firft  after  Jefus  reach, 
And  richly  grafp  the  whole. 

9  To  Jefus  join'd  we  all  that's  good 
From  him  our  head  derive  •, 
We  eat  his  flefti,  and  drink  his  blood  ; 
And  by  and  in  him  live. 

q^  CLvn. 


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CLVII. 

Common  Metre. 
And  the  Lord /hut  him  in.     Gen.  vii.  1 6. 

1  Wh  E  N  Noah,  with  his  favour'd  few, 
Was  order'd  to  embark ; 
Eight  human  fouls  a  little  crew, 
Enter'd  on  board  his  ark. 

1  Tho'  ev'ry  part  he  might  fecure, 
With  bar,  or  bolt,  or  pin  ; 
To  make  the  prefervation  fure, 
Jehovah  fhut  him  in. 

3  The  waters  then  might  fwell  their  tides, 

The  billows  rage  and  roar  : 
They  could  not  ftave  th'  atfaulted  fides, 
Nor  burfl  the  batter' d  door. 

4  So  fouls,  that  into  Chrift  believe, 

Quicken'd  by  vital  faith, 
Eternal  life  at  once  receive, 
And  never  (hall  fee  death. 

5  In  his  own  heart  the  Chrijltan  puts 

No  trult ;  but  builds  his  hopes 
On  him  that  opes,  and  no  man  fhuts  ; 
And  fhuts,  and  no  man  opes. 

6  In  Chrift  his  ark  he  fafely  rides, 

Not  wreck' d  by  death  nor  fin. 

How 


C    183    ] 

How  is  it  he  fo  faff  abides  ? 
The  Lord  has  fhut  him  in* 

CLVI1I. 

Free  Grace . 

1  YE  children  of  God, 

By  faith  in  his  Son 
Redeem' d  by  his  blood, 

And  with  him  made  one* 
This  union  with  wonder 

And  rapture  be  feen  •, 
Which  nothing  mall  funder 

Without  or  within. 

2  This  pardon,  this  peace 

Which  none  can  deftroy, 
This  treafure  of  grace, 

This  heavenly  joy, 
The  worthlefs  may  crave  it, 

It  always  comes  free : 
The  vileft  may  have  it, 

'Twas  given  to  Me. 

3  Tis  not  for  good  deeds, 

Good  tempers  nor  frames  \ 
From  grace  -it  proceeds. 

And  all  is  the  Lamb's. 
No  goodnefs,  no  fitnefs 

Expects  he  from  us ; 

Q  2  This 


[     i84    ] 
This  I  can  well  witnefs  : 
For  none  could  be  worfe. 

4  Sick  fmner_expec"t 

No  balm,  but  Chrift's  blood  : 
Thy  own  works  reject, 

The  bad  and  the  good» 
None  ever  mifcarry 

That  on  him  rely, 
Tho'  filthy  as  Mary*, 

Manaffehy  or  I. 

*  Mary  Magdalene. 
CLIX. 

In  that  day  there  Jball  be  a  fountain  opened  to  the  houfe  of  Da- 
vid,  and  to  the  inhahitants  of  Jerufalem,  for  Jin  and  fat 
itncleannefs.      Zech.xiii,  I. 

1  XH  E  fountain  of  Chrift 

Affift  me  to  fing, 
The  blood  of  our  prieft, 

Our  crucify'd  king; 
Which  perfectly  cleanfes 

From  fin,  and  from  filth  ; 
And  richly  difpenfes 

Salvation  and  health. 

2  This  fountain  fo  dear, 

He'll  freely  impart  % 
Unlock'd  by  the  jpear, 
It  gufh'd  from  his  heart. 

With 


L  185  3 
With  blood,  and  with  water, 

The  fir  ft  to  atone, 
To  cleanfe  us  the  latter  ; 

The  fountain's  but  one. 

This  fountain  is  fuch 

(As  thoufands  can  tell) 
The  moment  we  touch 

Its  ftreams;  we  are  well. 
AH  waters  befide  them 

Are  full  of  the  eurfe*, 
For  all  that  have  try'd  them 

Swell,  rot,  and  grow  worfe- 

l  This  fountain,  fick  foul, 

Recovers  thee  quite  \ 
Bathe  here,  and  be  whole  ; 

Warn  here,  and  be  white  : 
Whatever  difeafes 

Or  dangers  befal, 
The  fountain  of  Jefus 

Will  rid  thee  of  all, 

5  This  fountain  from  guilt 

Not  only  makes  pure, 
And  gives,  foon  as  as  felt. 

Infallible  cure  •, 
But  if  guilt  removed  # 

Return,  and  remain, 
Its  pow'r  may  be  proved 

Asain  and  again. 

as 


j  Hi 


[     i36    ] 

This  fountain  unfeal'd 

Stands  open  for  all, 
That  long  to  be  heal'd, 

The  great  and  the  fmall : 
Here's  ftrength  for  the  weakly^ 

That  hither  are  led  : 
Here's  health  for  the  fickly  ; 

Here's  life  for  the  dead. 


This  fountain,  tho'  rich, 

From  charge  is  quite  clear ; 
The  poorer  the  wretch 

The  welcomer  here. 
Come  needy,  come  guilty, 

Come  loathfome  and  bare  * 
You  can't  come  too  filthy — 

Come  jult  as  you  are. 


3  This  fountain  in  vain 

Has  never  been  try'd  ; 
It  takes  out  all  ftain 

Whene'er  appiy'd  : 
The  water  iiows  iweetly 

With  virtue  divine, 
To  cleanfe  fouls  completely 

Tho'  leprous  as  mine. 


CL3 


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CLX. 

Short  metre. 
am  the  way,  and  the  truth,  and  the  life.  John  x\y.6. 

I  Am,  faith  Chrift,  the  way, 

Now  if  we  credit  him, 
All  other  paths  muft  lead  aftray, 

How  fair  foe'er  they  feem. 

i  I  am,  faith  Chrift,  the  truth. 
Then  all  that  lacks  this  teft, 
Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  mouth, 
Is  but  a  lie  at  beft. 

3  lam,  faith  Chrijf,   the  life, 

Let  this  be  feen  by  faith, 
It  follows  without  further  ft  rife, 
That  all  befides  is  death. 

4  If  what  thofe  words  aver, 

The  Holy  Ghoft  apply  •, 
The  fimpleft  Chrifiian  mail  not  err, 
Nor  be  deceived,  nor  die. 

CLXI. 

Common  metre. 
For  the  law  was  given  by  Mops,  but  grace  and 
truth  came  by  Jefus  Chriji.     John  i.   I> 

i   Is  then  the  law  of  God  untrue, 

Which  he  by  Mofes  gave  ? 

No 


[    i88    ] 
No  :  but  to  take  it  in  this  view, 
That  it  has  pow'r  to  fave. 

i  Legal  obedience  were  complete, 
Could  we  the  law  fulfil : 
But  no  man  ever  did  fo  yet ; 
And  no  man  ever  will. 

3  The  law  was  never  meant  to  give 

New  ftrength  to  man's  loft  race. 
We  cannot  act  before  we  live  ; 
And  life  proceeds  from  grace. 

4  But  grace  and  truth  by  Chrift  are  giv'n, 

To  him  muft  Mofes  bow. 
Grace  fits  the  new-born  foul  for  heav'a> 
And  truth  informs  us  how. 

5  By  Chrift  we  enter  into  reft  ;. 

And  triumph  o'er  the  fall. 
Whoe'er  would  be  completely  bleft. 
Mult  truft  to  Chrift  for  all. 

CLXII. 

Let  Cod  be  true,  but  every  man  a  liar.  Rom.  iii.  4. 

I   THE  God  I  truft. 

Is  true  andjuft; 

His  mercy  hath  no  end. 
Himfelf  hathfaid, 
My  ranfom's  paid : 

And  Ion  him  depend. 

Tb  en 


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2  Then  why  fo  fad, 

My  foul  ?  Though  bad, 
Thou  haft  a  friend  that's  good, 

He  bought  thee  dear  : 

(Abandon  fear  j 
He  bought  thee  with  his  blood. 

3  So  rich  a  coft 
Can  ne'er  be  loft, 

Though  faith  be  tri'd  by  fire. 

Keep  Chrijl  in  view  : 

Let  God  be  true, 
And  ev'ry  man  a  liar. 

CLXIII. 

For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  Sec.  Matt.  vi.  t> 

I  Ye  fouls  that  are  weak, 
And  helplefs,   and  poor, 
Who  know  not  to  fpeak  •, 
Much  lefs  to  do  more  * 
Lo  !  here's  a  foundation 

For  comfort  and  peace. 
In  Chrijl  is  falvation  % 
The  kingdom  is  his. 

2  With  power  he  rules  ; 

And  wonders  performs  ; 
Gives  condu£l  to  fools, 
And  courage  to  worms, 

Befet 


[     i9o    ] 
Befet  by  fore  evils 

Without,  and  within, 
By  legions  of  devils, 

And  mountains  of  fin. 

3  Then  be  not  afraid  ; 
All  power  is  giv'n 
To  Jefus  our  head, 

In  earth,  and  in  heav'n. 
Thro'  him  we  mail  conquer 

The  mightieft  foes : 
Our  Captain  is  ftronger 
Than  all  that  oppofe. 

3  His  pow'r  from  above 

He'll  kindly  impart ; 
So  free  is  his  love, 

So  tender  his  heart. 
Redeem'd  with  his  merit, 

We're  wafh'd  in  his  blood ; 
Renew'd  by  his  Spirit. 

We've  power  with  God. 

5  Thy  grace  we  adore, 
Director  divine, 
The  kingdom,  and  pow'r, 

And  glory  are  thine. 
Preferve  us  from  running 

On  rocks  or  on  fhelves  ; 
From  foes  ftrong  and  cunning  ; 
And  molt  from  ourfelves. 

6  Reign 


[     *9i     3 
Reign  o'er  us  as  king ; 

Accomplish  thy  will  : 
And  pow'rfully  bring 

Us  forth  from  all  ill  *, 
Till  falling  before  thee 

We  laud  thy  lov'd  name, 
Afcribing  the  glory 

To  God,  and  the  Lamb. 

CLXIV.  j 

Common  Metre. 
For  bejhall  not  f peak  of  himfelf     John  xvi.   1 3 . 

NWHATEVER  prompts  the  foul  to  pride, 

Or  gives  us  room  to  boaft, 
(Except  in  Jefus  crucified) 

Is  not  the  Holy  Ghoft. 

;  That  blefTed  Spir't  omits  to  fpeak 
Of  what  himfelf  has,  done  ; 
And  bids  th'  enlighten' d  finner  feek 
Salvation  in  the  Son. 

)  He  feldom  moves  a  man  to  fay, 

"  Thank  God,  I'm  made  fo  good." 
But  turns  his  eye  another  way, 
To  Jefus,  and  his  blood. 

(j.  Great  are  the  graces  he  confers 
But  all  in  Jefus  name. 


He 


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He  gladly  dictates,  gladly  hears, ■ 
"  Salvation  to  the  Lamb" 

CLXV. 

Short  Metre. 

WHEN  thro' the  defart  vaft 

The  chofen  tribe  were  led, 
They  could  not  plow,  nor  till,  nor  fow ; 

Yet  never  wanted  bread. 


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2  Around  their  wand'ring  camp 

The  copious  manna  feel  : 
Strew'd  on  the  ground,  a  food  they  found 
But  what,  they  could  not  tell. 

3  But  better  bread  by  far 

Is  now  to  Chrtftians  giv'n  ; 
Poor  finners  eat  immortal  meat, 
The  living  bread  from  heav'n. 

4  We  eat  the  flefti  of  Chrift  j 

Who  is  the  bread  of  God. 
Their  food  was  coarfe,  compar'd  with  ours 
Tho'  their 's  was  angels  food. 


CLXVI.  / 

i   WHAT  creatures  befide 

Are  favoured  like  us  ? 

Forgi  /en 


C     *93    3 

Forgiven,  Cuppl/d, 
And  banquetted  thus. 

By  God  onr  good  father  : 
Who  gave  ns  his  fon  5 

And  fent  him  to  gather 
His  children  in  one  ? 

Salvation's  of  God, 

Th'  effecl  of  free  grace 
Upon  ns  beftow'd 

Before  the  world  was* 
God  from  everlafling 

Be  bkft  ;  and  again 
Eleft  to  everlalHng, 

Amen,  and  Amen. 


t>  HYMNS 


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HYMNS 


F  R  O   M 


JOHN     R  I  P  P     O  N '  s 
COLLECTION. 


CLXVJI. 

Common  Metre. 
The  excellency  and fufficiency  efthe  holy  Scriptures. 

*   FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word. 
What  endlefs  glory  mines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  thefe  celeftial  lines. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  fons  of  want 

Exhanftlefs  riches  find  *, 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  laiting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 

And  yields  a  free  repair, 

Sublimer 


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Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tafte. 

4  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everiallmg  joys 
Attend  the  bliisful  found. 

5  O  may  thefe  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight , 
And  ilill  hew  beauties  may  I  fee, 
And  ftill  increafing  light ! 

6  Divine  inftrucfor,  gracious  Lojt?d, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  facred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

CLXVIII. 
Common  Metre. 
The  go/pel <worthy  of  all  acceptation.   1  Tim.  i.  15. 

1  JESUS,  th'  eternal  fon  of  God, 
Whom  feraphim  obey, 
The  bofom  of  the  Father  leaves, 
And  enters  human  clay. 

1  Into  our  fmful  world  he  comes 
The  mefTenger  of  grace, 
And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires, 
A  vlclim  in  our  place. 

R  2  3  Tranf- 


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3  Tranfgreflors  of  the  deepeft  ftain 

In  him  falvation  find  : 
His  blood  removes  the  fouleft  guilt, 
His  fpirit  heals  the  mind. 

4  Our  Jefus  faves  from  iin  and  hell, 

His  words  are  true  and  fure, 
And  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  reft 
Immoveably  fecure. 

5  O  let  thefe  tidings  be  receiv'd 

With  univerlal  joy, 
And  let  the  high  angelic  praife 
Our  tuneful  powers  employ  ! 

6  "  Glory  to  God  who  gave  his  Son 

"  To  bear  our  fhame  and  pain  : 
"  Hence  peace  on  earth,  and  grace  to  met 
"  In  endlefs  bleHings  reign." 

CLXIX. 

Common  Metre. 
Complete  Salvation. 

i  Salvation  thro'  our  dying  God, 

Is  finifh'd  and  complete  \ 
He  paid  whate'er  his  people  ow'd 
And  cancell'd  ail  their  debt. 

2  Salvatioi 


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2  Salvation  now  (hall  be  my  ftay, 
«  A  firmer  fav'd,"  I'll  cry  -, 
Then  gladly  quit  this  mortal  clay. 
For  better  joys  on  high. 

CLXX. 

Common  metre. 
The  incarnation  of  Chrift.     Luke  ii.  14. 
i   MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join,. 
And  chant  the  folemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  aufpicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  fong  began, 

And  fweet  feraphic  fire 
Thro'  all  the  (hming  legions  ran, 
And  itrung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  thro'  the  vaft  expanfe  it  if  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 
The  theme,  the  fong,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Tv;as  mere  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  thro'  the  portals  cf  the  (ky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  [Wrapt  in  the  illence  of  the  night 
Lay  all  theeaftern  world, 

R  3  When 


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When  burfting,  glorious,  heavenly  light 
The  wond'rous  fcene  unfurl'd.] 

6  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  fhout, 

And  glory  leads  the  fong  : 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 

7  [O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love 

Our  hearts  and  fongs  to  raife  ; 
Sweetly  to  bear  our  fouls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays  ! 

8  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
"  Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
"  Jefus  was  born  to  die." 

9  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend  ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  fhould  fail, 
Thy  praife  (hall  never  end. 

CLXXI. 

Long  Metre.   ' 

Cbrifi's  Afienfion,     Pfalm  xxiv.  7. 

1   (J  LTR  Lord  is  rifcn  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jefus  is  gene  up  on  high  •, 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portaL  of  the  fkj. 

2  T 


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2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

\nd  angels  chant  the  folemn  lay. 

"Lift  up  four  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates 

«  Ye  Everlafting  doors,  give  way  ! 

1  Loofeall  your  bars  of  mafly  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene  -, 
He  claims  thofe  manfions  as  his  tight, 
Receive  the  king  of  glory  in. 

A  «  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?» 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o  ercame, 
The  world,  fin,  death,  and  hell  overthrew, 
And  Jefis  is  the  conqueror  s  name. 

r  Lo  I  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  folemn  lay, 
«  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates  ? 
«  Ye  everlafting  doors,  give  way  ! 

6  «  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  7" 

The  Lord  of  boundlefs  pow  r  pcileit, 
The  king  of  faints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bleft  1 

CLXXIL 

Long  Metre. 
The  \mrkfifm  cf  Chrift.     Heb.  vii.  25. 
1   Hf  lives   the  great  Redeemer  s  lives, 


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And  now  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  juftiee  arm'd  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face. 
Sweet  mercy  fmiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black  defpairing  thoughts, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults 

His  powerful  interceffions  rife, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  diftrefsful  hour, 
When  fin  and  Satan  join  their  power  ; 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jefus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  advocate,  almighty  friend- 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend : 
Our  canfe  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jefus  pleads,  and  mult  prevail 


CLXXIII. 
Common  metre. 
The  Spiritual  Coronation.     Cant.  iii.  \\. 
Angels. 

1  ALL-hail  the  pow'r  of  Jefus*  name ! 
Let  angel's  proltrate  fall : 


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Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  ail 

Martyrs. 

[Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  item  of  Jeffe's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.] 

Converted  Jews. 

3  [Ye  chofen  feed  of  Ifrael's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  fmall ; 

Hail  him  who  faves  you  by  his  grace,, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.] 

Believing  Gentiles. 

4  [Ye  Gentile  fmners  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  of  every  age. 
s  [Babes,  men,  and  fires,  who  know  his  love, 
Who  feel  your  fin  and  thrall, 
Now  joy  with  all  the  hofts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  of  every  nation. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe 
On  this  terreftrial  ball. 


To 


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To  him  all  majefty  afcribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

Ourfehej, 

7  O  that,  with  yonder  facrcd  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlafling  fong, 
And  crown  him  Lord"of  all. 


CLXXIV. 

Long  Metre. 
The  Ranfom,     Ifaiahlxi.  2. 

1  cc  I  COME,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 
"  A  year  of  freedom  to  declare, 
u  From  debts  and  bondage  to  discharge, 
"  And  Jews  and  Greeks  the  grace  fhail  | 
iliar e  : 

2  u  A  day  of  vengeance  I  proclaim, 

"  But  not  on  man  the  ftorm  (hall  fall. 
"  On  me  its  thunders  (hall  defcend, 

"  My  ftrength,my  lovefuitain  them  all." 

3  Stupendous  favour  !  matchlefs  grace  f 

Jefus  has  dy'd  th-tt  we  might  live  ; 
Nut  worlds  below,  nor  worlds  above 

Could  fo  divine  a  ranfom  give. 

4  To  him,  who  lov'd  our  ruin'd  race 

And  for  our  lives  laid  down  his  own, 

Lei 


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Let  longs  of  joyful  praifes  rife. 
Sublime,  eternal  as  his  throne. 

CLXXV.    ; 

Long  Metre. 

Irijl  exalted  to  be  a  Prince  and  Saviour  to  give  re- 
pentance.    A6ts,  v.  31. 

EXALTED  Prince  of  Life,  we  own 
The  royal  honours  of  thy  throne  , 
Tis  fix'd  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
Andieraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 

Exalted  Saviour,  we  confefs 
The  fovheign  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 
Where  beams  of  gentle  radiance  mine, 
And  temper  majefty  divine. 

Wide  thy  refiftlefs  fceptre  fway, 

il  thine  enemies  obey  : 
Wide  may  thy  crofa  its  virtue  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  its  love  ! 

ghty  to  vanquifh,  and  forgive, 
Thine  Ifrael  {hail  repent  and  live  ; 
And  loud  proclaim  thy  healing  breath, 
Which  works  their  life,  who  wrought  thy 
death. 


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CLXXVI. 

Long  Metre. 
Exhortation  to  prayer; 
i   WHAT  various  hindrances  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-feat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayei 
But  willies  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  dark'ned  cloud  withdraw 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  law  j 
Gives  exercifc  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blefling  from  above. 

3  Retraining  prayer,  we  ceafe  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Ckrpian's  armour  bright 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  feeS 

The  weakcil  faint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Mofes  11  ood  with  arms  fpread  wide 
Succefs  war,  found  on  Ifrael's  fide  ; 

But  when  thro'  wearinefs  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevaii'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words,  nh,  th'm^  again,  ^ 
Words  flows  apace  when  you  complain, 
AncLfill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  fad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  fpent, 
To  heaven  in  fupolication  fent, 

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ir  cheerful  fong  would  often  be, 
ar  what  the  Lord  has  done  forme." 

CLXXVII. 
Long  Metre. 
Thy  kingdom  ccme.     Matt.  vi.  10. 

i  ASCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  kings 
And  fpread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  falvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God* 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  feat, 

Let  humble  mourners  feek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
■iubdu'd  by  thy  vicarious  grace. 

3  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  Saints,  and  angels  praife  thy  name, 
Be  thou  thro'  heaven  and  earth  ador'd. 

CLXXViil. 

Long  Metre. 

Thcjprcad  cf  the  Co/pel.  Matt.  vi.  10. 

i   To  diitant  lands  thy  gofpel  fend, 
And  thus  thy  empire  wide  extend  : 
To  Gentile,  Turk,  and  ffubborn  Jew, 
Thou  King  of  Grace  !  falvaticn  mew. 

S  2  Where'er 


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2  Where'er  thy  fun,  or  light  arife, 
Thy  name,  O  God  immortalize  •, 
May  nations  yet  unborn  confefs, 
Thy  wifdom,  power  and  righteoufnefs. 

CLXXIX. 

i   TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Be  praife  amid  the  heavenly  hoft, 

And  in  the  church  below  *, 
From  whom  all  creatures  drew  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  blefs'd  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow  ! 

CLXXX. 

Common  Metre. 

The  increafe  of  the  Church  promifed  and p-leaded, 
Pfahnii.  8. 

i   FATHER,  is  not  thy  promife  pledg'd 
To  thine  exalted  Son. 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  mall  run  ? 

2  "  Alk,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 

"  For  thine  inheritance, 
"  And  to  the  world's  remoteft  mores 
"  Thine  empire  fhall  advance." 

3  Haft  thou  not  faid  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  -, 

While 


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While  Gentiles  to  his  ftandard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  [  When  /hall  th'  untutor'd  Indian  tribe's, 

A  dark  bewildei'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  ImmanueVs  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 

5  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes  and  tongues, 

Under  th'  expanfe  of  heaven, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exemption  given  ? 

6  From  eaft  to  weft,  from  north  to  fouth, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  ihout, 
Hofannahs  to  the  Lord  ! 

7  Afia  and  Africa  refound, 

From  more  to  more  his  fame  j 
And  thou,  America,  in  fongs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim  ! 

CLXXXI. 

Common  Metre. 
The  wonders  of  Redemption. 
1   AND  did  the  holy  and  juft, 
The  fovreign  of  the  fides, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchednefs  and  dull:, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rife  ? 

s2  2  Yes. 


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2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, 
(Surprifing  mercy  !  love  unknown  !} 
Toiuffer,  bleed  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  pla 

And  fuffer'd  in  his  ftead  ; 

For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace  !) 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled  ! 

4  Dear  Lord  whatheaVnly  wonders  dw< 

In  thy  atoning  blood  ? 
By  this  are  firmer s  fnatch'd  from  hell 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jefus,  my  foul  adoring  bends 

To  love  fo  full,  fo  free  •, 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  facfed  power  to  me  ? 

6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  fo  divine  ? 
O  take  my-all— this  worthlefs  hearty 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

1CLXXXII. 

Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  facred  fong  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame !) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  difplay  ? 

I  magi 


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Imagination's  utmoft  ftretch  ? 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  blifs. 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
"Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  -, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  fay, 

"  The  Saviour  dy'd  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  fweet,  the  blifsful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  •, 
Till  Grangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  facred  fong. 

CLXXX1II. 

Common  Metre. 
Submiffion  under  bereaving  Providences.  Pfalm  xlvi.  io. 

i   PEACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
That  blafts  our  joys  in  death ; 
Changes  thevifage  once  fo  dear, 
And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

2  'Tis  he,  the  potentate  fupreme 
Of  all  the  world's  above, 
Whofe  fteady  counfels  wifely  rule  \ 
Nor  from  their  purpofe  move. 

S3  3   Glcry 


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3  'Tis  he,  whole  juftice  might  demand 

Our  fouls  a  facrifice ; 
Yet  fcatters  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thoufand  rich  fupplies. 

4  Our  covenant  God  and  father  he, 

In  Chrifl  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 
Whofe  grace  can  heal  the  burfling  heart 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Fair  garlands  of  immortal  blifs 

He  weaves  for  every  brow  ; 

And  mail  rebellious  pafTions  rife, 

When  he  corrects  us  now  ? 

6  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, 

We  kifs  the  fcourging  hand  ; 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life 
To  thy  fupreme  command. 


HYMN 


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HYMNS 

By    JOHN     BARCLAY. 


CLXXXIV. 

Common  Metre. 
Chrifs  Lovepaftng  knowledge.  Ephef.in.  18. 

:   Ho W  long !  how  broad  !  How  deep  !  how 

Like  God,  the  gift  he  gave  !  [high 

His  Son  of  love  for  fin  to  die, 

The  heirs  of  hell  to  fave  ! 
Love  bolted  earthly  paradife, 

Love#pen'd  heaven's  door ; 
Love  gave  us  life  thro'  righteoufnefs, 

All-pure,   as  God  is  pure. 

\  Tho*  we  in  ev'ry  thing  ofTend, 
The  perfect  faithful  one 
Doth  in  his  holy  beauties  ftand 

Eternal  God  and  man  : 
His  blood  is  our  atonement  dear  \ 

Love  centers  in  his  heart ; 
Our  names  are  all  engraven  there 
Bv  fov'reign  Wifdom's  art. 

ft  As 


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As  en  the  grifa  diftils  the  dew, 

Nor  waits  the  will  of  man  ; 
So  God  to  ns  his  love  did  fhew, 

When  we  nor  will'd,  nor  ran  : 
As  rivers  from  the  ocean  go, 

And  to  the  ocean  run, 
Bailing  the  vales  thro'  which  they  flow, 

Till  all  their  courfe  be  done  : 

So  pure  unfeigned  love  doth  flow, 

All  free  to  ns  from  God  : 
Let  us  love  all  our  brethren  io  ; 

For  love  is  our  abode. 
Begone,  ye  filthy  lufts  below  ! 

Hail  to  the  joys  above  ! 
Eternal  hallelujahs  to 

Our  God!  Our  God  is  love! 


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"  CLXXXV 
Common  Metre. 
The  Lord's  prayer. 

1   v'UR  Father,  Lord,  and  God,  and  king,' 
Who  reignefl  over  all, 
O'ermade  thy  children  with  thy  wing, 
And  hear  us  when  we  call  : 
O  hallow'd  be  thy  holy  name, 
And  hallow'd  be  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  praife  alone  be  all  our  theme, 
And  fervice,  all  our  days ! 

2  Th 


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2  Thy  kingdom  proW  I'm  the  hour 

Appointed  by  thy  love, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  grace  and  pow  r, 

Come  quickly  from  above  : 
Thou  iayeit,  Behold,  I  quickly  come  ; 

Come,  evenfo,  Amen; 
And  take  us  to  thy  glory  home, 

That  we  with  thee  may  reign. 

Thy  will,  in  all  the  world  around, 

As  it  in  heav'n  is  done, 
Be  done  by  us  as  we  are  bound, 

In  name  of  God  the  Son : 
Give  day  by  day  whate'er  we  need, 

According  to  thy  will ; 
Thou,  Father,  writ  thy  fam'ly  teed, 

"With  due  provifion  itill. 

5  Forgive  our  daily  fins,  we  pray  ! 
For^ivenefs  ftill  we  need  •, 
•For  tho'  our  guilt  is  wafh'd  away, 

And  jultice  hath  us  freed, 
Alas  !  our  daily  trefpaffes,    ■ 
While  we  on  earth  fojourn, 
0  God,  againft  thy  love  tranfgrefs  ; 
For  which,  aftiam'd,  we  mourn ! 

5  That  merey  we've  obtain'd  of  thee, 
(For  thou,   O  God,  art  love  ;) 
So  full !  fo  pure  !  fo  fov'reign !  free  ! 
Shall  us  for  ever  move  ^ 


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Our  brethren  freely  to  remit 
The  fifty  pence  they  owe ; 

As  then  forgave  us  all  that  debt, 
That  we  might  now  do  fo. 

)  Deliver,  Lord,  from  ills  around  ; 

From  all  temptations  free  ; 
And  let  thy  mercy  more  abound, 

As  we  in. danger  be; 
We  only  plead  thy  promife,  Lord, 

And  glory  in  thy  love, 
AiTur'd,  according  to  thy  word, 

Thou  wilt  our  Father  prove. 

Behold,  the  kingdom,  glory,  pow'r, 

Are  thine  for  ever  more  ; 
Thou,  in  thine  own  decifive  hour, 

Wilt  all  things  new  reftore  : 
In  confidence  of  love  divine, 

Thou,  One  eternal  Three, 
In  one  Amen  we  all  combine  :      v 

OAbba,  Father,  fee! 


HYMNS 


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HYMNS 

By  R  A  L  P  H     ERSKINE, 


CLXXXVL 

Common  Metre. 
His  faving  benefits. 
Lo  !  in  this  mount  the  Lord  of  hofts 

A  banquet  fhall  prepare, 
For  all  that  ti  ead  on  Zion's  coafts, 
And  people  ev'ry  where. 

He'll  with  fat  things  and  wines  fufSce, 

Fat  things  of  marrow  full, 
Wines  well  refm'd,  from  off  the  lees, 

To  glad  and  cheer  the  dull. 

And  in  this  mount  he'll  raife  the  vail, 

The  face  o'er-covering  made, 
Of  darknefs  caft  o'er  people  all, 

And  o'er  all  nations  fpread. 

He'll  fwallow  up,  in  victory, 
Grim  death,  the  king  of  fears  *, 
2  ■  From 


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Trom  faces  all  the  Lord  mod  high 
"Will  wipe  away  the  tears  : 

5  Whatbafe  contempt,  and  vile  reproach 
Were  on  his  people  laid, 
From  off  the  earth  he'll  quite  difpatch  ; 
For  (b  the  Lord  hath  laid. 

CLXXXVIi. 

Common  metre. 

Chrift's  Commiffion  opened ',  which  he  received ft 


row 


the  father  ;   and  the  joyful  (inging  with 
the  glad  tidings  thereof fbould  be  received. 

Ifa.  xlii,   5 — 12. 
i   THUS  fays  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earthi 
That  ftretched  out  the  dries, 
And  all  his  tribes  of  earthly  birth, 
With  life  and  breath  fupplrec. 

2  In  right,  to  thee  my  call  I  grant. 

And  thee  fupport  will  I  ; 
I'll  give  thee  for  a  covenant 
To  people  far  and  nigh  \ 

3  T  illuminate,  with  faving  light, 

The  eyes  of  Gentiles  blind  •, 
To  rend  the  clouds  that  them  benight, 
And  prifoners  unbind. 


3 


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[  2i7  a 

4  I,  who  thee  authorize,  declare, 
That  I  Jehovah  am  ; 

My  praife  no  idol  god  (hall  mare  \ 
Thou  only  bear'ft  my  name. 

5  Lo  !   all  my  promifes  of  old 

Men  now  accomplilh'd  fee  -? 
And  future  things  a  new-foretold 
Shall  be  fuifili'd  in  thee. 

6  Let  all  the  earth,  then,  to  the  Lord, 

Sing,  glad,  an  anthem  new  ; 
The  Gentile  race  with  one  accord, 
In  confort  with  the  Jew. 

7  Th'  inhabitants  of  rocks  and  ifles, 

Of  wilds  and  cities  fair, 
Of  Kedar  huts  and  naked  hills, 
And  fingers  ev'ry  where  : 

8  Let  them  Jehovah's  glory  raife, 

In  elevated  ftiies  5 
And  celebrate  his  higheft  praife 
In  earth's  remoteft  ifles. 

CLXXXVIII. 

Common  metre. 

Salvation  in  Chriji  alone.     Ifa.xlv.  21,  22. 

1   TrT  Eternal  Son  of  God  proclaims, 

».  His  God-head  from  above  ; 

T  Mercy    . 


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Merc^  and  juftice  are  my  namco, 
The  fair  enam'ling  love. 

2  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  mankind  loft, 

And  look  to  me  alone  ; 
I'm  God  the  Saviour,  God  the  juft  ; 
Befide  me  there  is  none. 

3  Look  from  the  earth's  remotefi  ends, 

By  faith,  and  be  ye  fav'd  : 
My  grace,  that  call'd  the  Jews,  extend* 
To  Gentile  lands  enflav'd. 

4  Where'er  you  are,  by  land  or  fea, 

At  home,  or  far  abroad, 
Look  not  to  idols  vain,  but  mc 
The  omniprefent  God. 

f  In  me  you'll  find  falvation  fure 

From  fin,  and  death,  and  hell ; 
And  life  more  happy  and  fecure, 
Than  'twas  before  you  fell. 

CLXXXIX. 

Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  nativity  celebrated  ;  or,  the  firjl  good  r.enja 
our  Saviour's  birth,  by  an  angel  to  t/u>   Sbepl 
Bethlehem  ;    together  ivith   the  Jong  of  a  ,u- 
company  of  angels  thereupon.      Luke  ii.  S, — 14. 

1  'WHILE  fhepherds  watch'dfln  Beth!e> 

An  angel  bright  appear'd  i  [55c 

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HeavVs  glory  round  them  was  reveal'dj 
At  which  they  greatly  fear'd  : 

2  Fear  not  at  all,  faid  he  ;  for,  lo  ! 

I  bring  with  fweet  folace, 
Good  tidings  of  great  joy  to  you, 
And  all  the  human  race* 

3  To  you  is  born  this  day  and  date, 

In  David's  little  town, 
A  Saviour,  the  Meffiah  great, 
The  Lord  of  high  renown. 

4  And  this  to  you  mall  be  the  fign, 

You'll  find  the  babe  array'd, 
And  wrapt  in  Twaddling  cloths,  but  mean, 
And  in  a  manger  laid. 

5  Straightway  with  th'  angel  join'd  aloud 

A  num'rous  mining  throng 
Of  heav'nly  harpers  prailing  God 
In  this  melodious  fong. 

6  (i  All  glory,  in  the  higheffc  heav'ns, 

"  To  God  be  render'd  Ml  ; 
"  For  peace  on  earth  benignly  giv'n, 
"  And  towards  men  good-will. 

T  2  CXCII. 


C      22°      1 

cxc. 

Common  Metre. 

The  go/pel  Feaft,  a?id  the  price  of  tt* 
Luke  xvi,  16,-24.    *  Pet,  iii.  18. 

1  THY  gofpel-table's  furnifh'd,  Lord, 

With  plenty  from  above ; 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'er  flows  with  love. 

2  Thy  antient  family,  the  Jews, 

Was  firft  call'd  to  the  feaft  ; 
We  Gentiles  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  glad  the  banquet  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 

Made  up  of  wounds  and  wants  5 
But  at  thy  call,  we  come  to  claim 
Supplies  thy  mercy  grants. 

4  What  fhall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

That  left  his  high  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  back  to  God  ? 

5  To  fave  our  fouls,  and  buy  our  lives, 

It  coft  him  ev'n  his  own  : 
He  bought  the  unknown  joys  he  gives 
With  agonies  unknown. 


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5  Our  endlefs  love  to  him  is  due, 
TEaTranfom'd  finners  loit, 
And  pity'd  rebels,  though  he  knew 
What  pains  his  love  would  colt. 

CXCI. 

Common  Metre. 
Chrift-prefent  t*  faith  upon  the  gofpet-tMe,  andin 
tlycrament  Supper.      John  vi.  35-    Luke 
xxii,   19* 

1  JeSUS  is  gone  above  the  ikies, 

Where  now  we  fee  him  not  •, 
And  carnal  objefts  court  our  eyes. 
To  thruft  him  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 

Forgetful  of  his  face  % 
And  to  refrefh  our  minds  he  gave 
Memorials  of  his  grace, 
o  Heoft'thegofpeUablefpreads 
With  his  own  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Faith  on  the  rich  provifion  feeds, 
And  tafles  the  love  of  God. 

A  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  a  place,  .      . 

Where  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
Forever,  near  his  face.  ^^ 


E      222      ] 


CXCII. 

Common  Metre. 
Jujlijictthn   by  faith  alone  in   ChrilVj  riehttovk 
»e/s.     Phil.  iii.   7,  8,  9.  7 

iLORD,  thro'   thy   grace,  I'll  boait  no 
In  duties  I  have  done ;  rmcre 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before  ; 
And  only  truft  thy  Son. 

2  What  was  my  gain,  I  for  his  name, 

Do  now  account  my  lofs  : 
My  former  glory  is  my  fhame, 
I  nail  it  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yea,  doubtlefs,  I  all  things  efteein 

But  lofs  for  J^// fake, 
That  lb  I  may,  while  found  in  him, 
His  righteoufnefs  partake. 

4  The  choicefl  fervice  of  my  hands, 

Dares  not  to  face  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  to  anfwer  thy  demands, 
Can  plead  what  Chrifl  has  done. 


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Arife  and  laud  the  reiging  Iamb  r-2 

As^  well  the  fons  of  Adam  may  67 

Arife  my  foul  fing  and  proclaim 

Alas  I  why  fhould  I  be 

Awake  now  ev'ry  crowfy  mind 

Adam  the  firft  contain 'd  in  onr 

Ail  rmnVi  by  the  fall 

All  .mortal  vanities  begr 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  die  ilg 

And  muft  this  body  die  i45 

Adam  our  father  an d  our  head  I4  3 

All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jena's  name  17^ 

Ascend  thy  throne  almighty  king  177 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  juft  jSr 

B 

By  grace  we  know  to  us  'tis  clear  t  j 

31eis'd  are  the  eyes  that  fee  2S 

Behold  to  what  a  vail  extenfe  45 
Bold  is  the  man  who  dares  to  ruri". 


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Behold  the  bright  morning  appears 
Blefs'd  be  thy  name  my  God  and  king 
Behold  the  love  the  gen'rous  love 
Blefs  O  my  foul  the  living  God 
Biefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God 
Believers  own  they  are  but  blind 


Chrift  our  head's  gone  upon  high 
Could  I  of  all  perfections  boaft 
Come  ye  lovers  of  the  lamb 
Come,  though  we  can  truly  fmg 
Chrift  is  the  corner  and  the  head 
Chrift  and  his  church  fo  clofelyjoin 
Can  we  behold  without  amaze'  " 
Come  thou  almighty  king 
Come  heav'niy  love,  infpire  my  fong 
Chrift  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day 
Come  ye  Chriftians  fmg  the  praifes 
Come  finners  give  up  the  vain  chace 
Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 

D 

Bear  lamb,,  thy  humbled  ftate  we  fmg  ■  2 

Dear  fhepherd  fee  thy  flock  here  met&  -i 

Did  not  falvation  ftand  by  grace     •  eg 

Did  our  Immanuel  die  for  us  2| 

Dear  Lord  we  now-smft  -part  q> 

Dear  Jefus  wilt  thou  with  us  meet  97 


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Exalted  prince  of  life  we  own 

F 

Father  behold  us  here  f 

FaithisagraceofGoddefignd  57 

Father  I  fing  thy  wondrous  grace  «9 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  14 

Fmm  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  fc.es  «9 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word  *£ 

Father  is  not  thy  promife  pledga  , 

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God  in  pronouncing  of  the  curfe-  44 

SSoSShiethlrproperplace^ 

Great  was  the  royftery 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down 

God  thus  commanded  Jacob  s  feed 

H 

Here  (hall  no  trouble  or  difmay 
How  charmingly  iounds 
Sow  pow'rfulis  the  glorious  word 
Sow  rich  the  love  the  Lord  my  God 

Hark'  'tis  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
High  on  a  throne  for  ever  crown  d 

Howcanamanfaftboundinchams 

How  beautiful  thole 

Had  not  a  man  been  born  again 


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C  .iv    j 
How  wholcfbinc  are  the  -ftrcams  that  roll     77 

How  fweet  the  n^me  of  Jefus  founds  gj 

He  dies  !  the  friend  of  fmners  dies  87 

He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  172 
How  long  how  broad  how  deep  how  high  1S4 

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Jefus  the  grace  reveal'd  1 

Jefus  thy  beauties  I  explore  t  \ 

I  am  the  bread  of  life  he  faid  A 

If  there  was  not  a  Chrift  for  me  70 

If  he  a  type  of  Ch  rift  was  made  I  < 

Jefus  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun  J& 

joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  come  jL 

Jefus  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ,  J 

Innumerable  foes  S 

I  am  faith  Chrift  the  way  \5A 
Is  then  the  law  of  God  untrue 
Jefus  th'  eternal  Son  of  God 
I  come,  the  great  Redeemer  efles 

Jefus  is  gene  above  the  ikies  j gi 

L 

Let  heaven  and  earth  united  ling  > 

Let  us  our  hearts  and  voices  raife  n  ? 

Let  party  names  no  more  Jt 

Let  all  created  things  ^ 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  thy  name  ,4 

I  Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  fight  ,0* 

^ikeiheepwewentaftray    *  )\\ 

Lo  in  this  mount  the  Lord  of  ho/Is  186 
tord  thro  thy  grace,  I'll  boaft  no  more    192 


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My  Saviour  for  me  bled 
My  God  fmce  I  can  call  thee  mine  42 

My  evening  thanks  Lord  I  would  Fay  .4 

Mercy  is  welcome  news  indeed  I5« 

Mortals  awake  with  angels  jom 

N  9 

Not  unto  wrath  did  God  ordain  g 
"NTations  unite  vour  longs 

Now  we  are  met  from  diff  rent  parts  94 

No  more  my  God,  I  Wl  no  more  39 

Now  for  a  wond'rous  long 

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O  love  what  a  fecret  to  mortals  thou  art 

Oar  glorious  Lordis  ris'n  indeed 

O  Chrift  O  love  divine 

Othallwe  pine  away        , 

Oh  mall  we  treat  the  Saviour  tfiras 

O  all  loving  lamb     ,      .     T  ord 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith 

Oar  Lord  is  risM  from  tnecead 

Our  Father-Lordand  God  and  Ang 

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C     vi    j 

R. 

Rejoice  the  Lord  is  king 
Redemption  O  the  joyful  news 

Q 

See  O  my  foul  with  wonder  fee 
Show  me  the  reafbn  O  my  God 
Sing  the  triumphs  of  your  conqu'rlng 
Shall  mortals  tongues  be  dumb 
See  the  proud  phariiees  conlpire 
Salvatian  Oh  the  thought 
Salvation  is  for  ever  ni^h 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  Ikies 
Shepherds  rejoice  lift  up  your  eyes 
Salvation  thro'  cur  dying  God 


Tne  victory's  won 

This  gofpel  dear  lamb 

The  Father's  holy  eye 

'Tis  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays 

(Frueft  lover  of  thy  people 

The  Spirit  of  the  mighty  Lord 

The  Son  for  us  was  bound 

The  only  cure  for  ilavifh  grief 

To  you  that  make  a  fhameful  brawl 

The  God  that  walks  the  {tarry  hills 

Thus  faith  the  firit  elect  of  God 

Tis  finiuYd  the  Redeemer  laid 

The  Ions  expeftedfon 


B  vii   ] 

Thy  love  O  God  my  feeble  voice  no 

Teach  me  the  meafure  oi  my  days  n6 

Thus  faith  the  Lord  your  work  is  vain  n3  • 

The  Lord  is  come  the  heavens  proclaim  123  . 

Thy  name  almighty  Lord  13° 

The  true  MeiTiah  now  appears  •  14  4 

Tho'  ftrait  be  the  way    '  H9 

The  fountain  of  Chrift  159 

Thedodltrufl  162 

To  diftant  lands  thy  go  (pel  fend  178 

To  Father  Son  and  Hoi y  Ghoft  1 79 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  182 

Thus  faith  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth  187 

Th'  eternal  ton  of  God  proclaims  188 

Thy  gofpel  table's  furnlfhd  Lord  190' 

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"With  folemn  fhout  we  fmg  thy  praife  10 

When  God  our  Father's  pleas' d  n 

"What  beauties  divine  12 

When  I  behold  my  bleeding  God  10 

Whilif  we  are  marching  thro*  21 

When  elements  and  time  will  fade  22 

What  bleffings  in  the  lamb  abound  25 

When  firft  I  knew  the  Lord  my  God  35 ' 

Then  God  would  prove  his  love  4° 

While  in  your  blooming  days  09 
While  (hephredswatch'd  their  flocksbynightSo 

What  heavenly  man  or  lovely  God  89 

We  eat  dear  Lord  the  broken  bread  o3 

Why  mould  we  fear  to  meet  the  tomb  o; 


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Why  does  my  tongue  refufe  to  fing  io«; 

We're  not  afham'd  to  follow  him  109 

We're  not  baptiz'd  to  wafte  away  no 

What  equal  honours  mall  we  bring  138 

Who'er  believes  aright  152 

When  Noah  with  his.  favoured  few  157 

Whatever  prompts  the  foul  to  pride  164 

When  thro'  the  defart  vaft  165 

What  creatures  betide  166 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  176 
While  fiiepherds  watch'dinBethi'ern's  iieldsi89 

Y 

Ye  nations  hear  'tis  heav'n  doth  call  86 

Yet  faith  the  Lord  if  David's  race  122 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  125 

Ye  children  of  God  158 

Ye  fouls  that  are  weak  163 


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